Shame

I am shamed, for the tears

I am worried for the cuts

I am alone for the night.

I think the tears will shed again.

I think the cuts will get worse.

I am upset for how I can't tell people how I actually feel.

I'm scared of the reaction.

I cannot guess how they would react,

Because I cannot understand how they work.

Memories Of You....

I have this one memory of you; and its not something nice.

Actually its not anything at all. Its just this angry feeling left behind.

Its like you took my feelings and stuffed them into your stupid heart.

Leaving me cold and bitter, And thats the only thing I remember about you.

Its all right

Its all right for awhile,

We'll stay here..

But we'll have to move when you

lose your way...

-No we are gonna stay here..

I am okay.. here.

-No you're not okay here..

Your slowly fading away..

-Leave me alone...

This is where I want to die...