I've watched every dream I've ever had shrivel up...
and now I sit a soulless pit with flames behind my...
So tear me wide open
And dissect my pathetic soul...
I hate it! I hate it!
I want to burst it out...
Who cares that I'm hurt,
Who cares if I cry...
Hidden Behind the Mask
Hidden behind the smiles and laughter...
Unwanted and unloved
but a smile on her face...
I lay here on my bed
In a daze...
So sick of it all, I pick up a knife
I finally decide I'm tired of life...
It pains me to write this poem
for these withered hands are stained...
Not so long ago,
I found a place for my head...
I think of our memories
and at old pictures i stare...
I go back to those days...
...the days when I was young and naive...