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What am I Am I nothing. What?Where am I? Why do I only see in black and red? Who,Who is that? They look as if they are suffering. Why is that? Scarred and alone. I look around. Others are the same. Then I look at my hand. It is gray but transparent. The body masses around me are similar. I,I am in water. How can that be? I can see red eyes gleaming above the surface. What is this? I hear "No one ever really cared for you" I believe that. Once more I look around. I know no one here. But they... Read More

What am I Am I nothing. What?Where am I? Why do I only see in black and red? Who,Who is that? They look as if they are suffering. Why is that? Scarred and alone. I look around. Others are the same. Then I look at my hand. It is h.appy- haha. but transparent. The body masses around me are similar. I,I am in water. How can that be? I can see red eyes gleaming above the surface. What is this? I hear "No one ever really cared for you" I believe that. Once more I look around. I know no one here. But... Read More

Day after day. It's always the same. I can't get anyones approval. When I tell others what I wish to do. The spit in my face and say I can't. When I can't figure something out I get cursed at. I am alone in this world I have nothing. But when I do others take or destroy it. I am not allowed to be happy. I am not allowed to be myself. To them I can't do anything right. I get critisized for everything. I hate because of the heart. I feel sorrow and agony because of the heart. I want to get away. B... Read More

My heart is dead. The sun will set on my life. But now Night seeps into the eyes. They are now dark and empty. Blood on the counter and the floor. White cloaked in red. The veins pulsing. The carpet stained in tears. Pain of being Unwanted. No one understands this Untill they have been through it, I wouldn't wish my life on my worst enemy. My heart has never been touched. And it never will be. I've murdered my own heart to make sure. Only an empty shell remains. Any love I had is now consumed by... Read More

The Melody echos through the air. It sounds so sweet. It is for all the forgotten and unwanted. The sound brings comfort. The only ones able to hear it. Are as I said before. The rest are deph to it. I realize I am crying. I listen carefully as I dry my eyes. I am the one to comfort myself. For no one else would care to do so. It's as if I were never here. As the melody stops. I try to remember a time I was truely happy. I realize there never was one. They're all fake. Same as the people I belie... Read More

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