Please, Save MePlease, save meI'm going underPlease, save meI'm drowning in my tearsPlease, save meI'm not gonna make itPlease, save meI don't want to lose this battlePlease, save meBut you ignored my pleaPlease, save meYou left me for deadPlease, don't save meFor this time, I will save myself
My World Is DeadSome people are scared of the end of the worldI'm not afraid of that, because my world is already dead
Open My DoorsKeep me on my feetFor my strength is not enoughHold me while I sleepCause I'm afraid, that I won't wake upKiss me on my cheekFor I need to know what it feels likeHelp me build my dreamsCause those I made alone, they died and fell apartMake me lose my mindI want to be lost in youHelp me go insaneFor if I'm crazy with you, nothing else will matterLight a candle for meI'm afraid to touch the flameOpen up my doorsFor in the end, it was I who locked themAlone
My Emo CornerMy safe houseMy friendYou're always there when I need youI know where you areYou never moveYou never complainYou just wait for meAll the timeMy emo cornerYou're the best friend I have ever had
I'm The SaltI'm the saltIn your woundI was made to make it hurtBut I'm myselfI'm the saltIn your woundI used to make things healBut I changedWhat have I becomeMy sweetest friend?I don't like the one I amBut it's so hard for me to changeI'm the saltAnd you can't turn me into flourSomething innocent, something pureI'm the salt, rub me in your wound
A Sweet Kiss DarlingA sweet kiss darling, that's all I needA warm hug and your comforting wordsA hard punch darling, that's all I needA beating and the screaming makes my dayA dark corner darling, that's all I needA place to hide away and be freeA sweet kiss darling, that's all I needA word of sorrow and your cries for forgiveness
Please, Don'tPlease, don'tYou don't realizeWhat will happen if you doYou speak to thousandsBut you listen to no one elsePlease, don'tCut that wrist againWhat pain you cause meYou scream for helpBut you do not accept itPlease, don'tDon't make meBuild you your coffinI don't want to paint youWith my misery tearsPlease don'tDon't do itLife has so much moreTo offer youJust give it timeAnd times a bitchBut happiness will comeAnd trust me, it's worth the wait
I Don't Want A Super HeroI'm not looking for a super heroI'm not looking for someone to save the dayI'm not looking for a person who will lift the skies in my nameI'm looking for someone who staysI'm not looking for a godI'm not looking for someone to clear the heavensI'm not looking for someone that doesn't hateI'm looking for someone that makes me want to live another dayI'm not looking for a macho guy or a shy girlI'm not looking for a fairytaleI'm not looking for someone who only stays in bedI'm looking for someone that makes me smile each dayI'm not looking for a super heroI'm looking for someone who staysI'm looking for someone that makes me want to live another dayI'm looking for someone that makes me smile each dayI'm looking for someone, who thinks I'm perfect, this way
On The EdgeI'm standing on the edgeI can feel the air hit my bodyIt could all be an illusionAnd I can be an adventurerI can be the explorer of the afterlifeI could be the first to venture thereI could be the first to break from this illusionBut what if there is nothing past this edgeAs children we exploreAnd we find and learnAs adults we have learnedAnd we crave to exploreAs I curl my toes on the edgeI think of who will care if I doCause I'm standing on the rooftopReady to fall, ready for a new start
In BalanceI swear I'm aliveThis is god's way to defineMe as a human beingAnd me as a broken dreamDon't cry for this lost hopeCause I'm already goneBut heaven doesn't waitHell is there and it will takeLoué soit le SeigneurJe suis allé en enferDie aujourd'huiParce que là, votre âme est à vendreI believed in my heartBut now I slave for the devil and his darkI used to love and liveNow I'm working against my willHeaven wont cry for this lost soulCause the fires of hellEven they need warmthThere is a balance, and now I'm in itLoué soit le SeigneurEt sa courCar eux seuls en boiront le vinEt ils sont les seuls danser et chanterLoué soit le SeigneurEt mon satanPour les boissons diableÄ partir d'un pot fait, pour l'ensemble de nos os
Dead InsideI'm searching for faithIn a world left for deadI'm crying for helpIn a world forever goneI'm hoping for a dreamIn a nightmare never-endingI'm clinging to my emotionsBut soon I will have nonI'm dyingI'm dying aliveDeath comes aliveDeath is a part of lifeBut what if I'm already dead, inside
This Is Gonna Take A Long TimeYou must love yourself to love others....... This is going to take a long time
The White ClothStain that white clothTake away its cleanness, and innocenceStain that White clothDo not think what it feels, think about yourselfThe cloth won't stay the sameAnd the bully, the bully loved to take away the innocenceThe cloth is a victimAnd the bully, he thinks about his pleasure of torturing itEither it's a piece cloth, a paper or a penWhen the bully is done, it will never be the sameThe cloth is stained, the paper is ripped to pieces and the pen is broken, bleeding it's inkThe bully looks at his victims, with pride, he loves hearing their criesNever stain the clothFor in the end, that stain staysNever stain the clothThe stain, it just won't go away
DreamsI'm sick of youleave me alone!My head can't stopThinking about youI'm sick of being downDepressed and suicidalMy smile isn't always thereStop haunting me!I'm sick of your sweet voiceIt rings in my headWhen you played on my drumsNow I can't touch the sticks no more!I wish I was perfectThe guy of your dreamsMy bloody tearsThey paint my cheeksI wish I could hug youAnd kiss your headTell you while you sleptI love for forever my dearBut those dreamsThey are deadI'm aloneAnd left for deadMy soul is evilMy heart is blackMy eyes don't sparkleAnd my wrists they bledI wish my dreams wouldn't dieBut after all these daysmy heart its stabbedAnd it won't heal completelyIn fairytalesThe dreams never leaveWhen the heroes are have dark timesThey remember the dream and carry onBut now I seeFairytales, They are fairytalesThey can't be realAnd the mermaidShe didn't kill herselfBut I did, in my selfish greed
I Have ChangedMy tears, they won't dry for awhileMy blood, it will flow for some timeMy fears, they keep me aliveBut in the endThis is the real meNot the portrait you once knewI have changed, and so have you
Behind this MaskBehind this maskIs the realNot the fakeBehind this maskHides the uglyAnd the hateBehind this maskNot a smileNor a laughBehind this maskNo charming wordNo loving actBehind this maskA hurting soulAll tears flowBehind this maskSometimesWe all go
I'm Gonna Torment MyselfI hate thisI hate lifeGive it to someone else, they won't throw it away"I want to runI want to hideBut I'm not a coward, I will fucking stay!The reason I liveThe only reason at allIs knowing that I, that I deserve this torment!I'm going insaneI see her everywhereAnd after losing her, I realized how much I loved her.I hate myselfI hate my lifeI will torture myself, before I end it.
My Masquerade~My Masquerade~For the world I am displayed;They always watch but cannot seethrough my masquerade.I feel every moment fly;My heart is beating, pulse racing,breath held as I lie.My innocence I can't defend;I know that surely this will linger'til my very end.I brought this all upon myself;Mask upon mask, lie upon lielike valueless wealth.Dare I take these masks off no!My former self haunts meeverywhere I go.False glory, false honor, false fame;With all these masks I seem to haveforgotten my own name.
MirrorIt helps when you cover up with makeup,because you feel your too ugly not to.To help when you think something is stuck in your teeth,because mom's cooking always seems to.To help when you're taking a picture of yourself,because no pictures should come out blurry and ugly.And yet it doesn't help me see who I am.It doesn't help if I look into that mirror,To check and see if I'm still awake,If I'm still alive.Or am I daydreaming again?Lying in my own world of nothingness.Where nothing has to make sense,Thus there must be nothing.This thing that I throw down at the ground,Shattering it to pieces,Because it showed a cracked reflection,Of myself.It wasn't like the time that I didn't look in the mirror,While taking a picture.The picture came out blurry and unclear.But it was as if I weren't doing anything wrong,To make anything bad happen.And yet for some reason, It is whenever I look in a mirror that I get a glimpse of who I really must be,and realize that the ima
AsylumHehe. He looked around the room... White, white, white. Tile. Paint. Metal. Bed. Cotton. Pillow. Sheets. SHEETS. Sheets. To be strangled. Hehe. Metal barred windows, white bars, dirty glass. Door, white, locked. Little corner with dirty toilet, covered by low white - wall and a cloth door, beige.Bell rings. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Ring. Dinner soon. The sheets, he grabbed them. Stretch them, move them, make them like a rope. Hehe. Doorknob clicks. Door creaks open, white door, metal doorknob, little metal window up top.He grinned. So wide, that grin, with the teeth and the wrinkles and everything. The person, white clothes, female, ugly face the voice in the back of his head whispered, asylum worker brought in the tray. Mysterious meat, vegetables, mush. Metal tray, painted white. Person his mind repeats, asylum worker, more loudly this time enters room, puts tray on metal, white painted table.He brings the cloth the sheets
Words And LiesWords on paper, their meanings long goneFriends and fakers, the difference is nonePromises drowned out, neglected, and rottenWith the sheer stench of lies, it seems I've forgottenHow to gain someone's trustOr is it just them?I could never guess with this incessant mayhemBetrayed, paranoid, and insecureEveryone's fighting in this nightmarish warWill a winner emerge?Only time will tellBut right now everything seems headed straight to hellI guess that's why they say"Think before you speak"'Cause once the damage is doneOur bonds become weakEveryone's an enemy, a target, if you willDistrust is something that's become run-of-the-millHands are being dirtied, blood is being shedThe fictions people spout dye this world in redIt's everywhere, truth and lies become oneDon't waste your time hiding, don't even try to runIn reality, words are the only thing with powerThink of all the lies you can tell in an hourHow? You probably think me insaneLemme stop you there, 'cause yo
I broke a mirrorI broke a mirror today.What it showed me horrified me, so it didn't deserve to live.The mirror's image was terrible,it was an ugly mirror, it lied.It deserved to die.I crushed it into a million beautiful,sparkling shiny peices with my clunky bare hands.They carved into my already torn skin, spillling lovely rivulets of red onto the floor.The mirror was beautiful now that my reflection was gone from it.
SinsQuiet girl,you sit alone.Whisper your screams andhide your salty tears,behind your circus mask."Hello freak, welcome to Hell.May you feel scared and lonely.Commit some sins,like envy and sloth.Envy the pride.Have wrath on the greedy.Be a slothful and gluttonous.Hide from the lustful.May you love this nightmare andhate it as well.Welcome to Hell, quiet freak.Because you are never going to escape again."
No Meaning, Just FeelingNo Meaning, Just Feeling:It's all just words across the pageYou put them together in an angry rage.You wanted to get these feelings outBut writing's not what this is about...You're tired of expressingHow you think you feel.You'd rather just screamAt least it's real....No sense or logicJust raw emotion.Like the churning wavesOf a sleeping ocean.Destroy the structureOf all you say.Take away the illusionsThey get in the way...Just say what you thinkAnd you might go free.But maybe this isn't how it's supposed to be..."Is it really not possible, to scream through words?"-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st April 2012
What is Love?What is Love?:What is love but a simple impulseAn electrical signal that comes from the brain.What is love but a debilitating sicknessIt weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.To what do we owe the pleasure of loveDoes it come from a matter of personal taste?To what do we owe the pain of loveAs though all of our efforts are put to waste...Why do we seek to fall in loveIs it because we fear a death alone?Or perhaps there is a darker reasonOne for which we need to atone...Rationalise carefully, your reason for lovePerhaps the truth is deeper than you think.Is your partner a genuine object of affectionOr simply a piece of the missing link?Love can be a wonderous anchorIt brings us down to the safety of sanityBut abuse it once, and you will sufferSuch is the gift of humanity..."Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
Living The DreamWe were both born, we meteach other and it waspleasant; more than pleasant.We fell in love, got married, stayed together,started a family and it waslovely; more than lovely.We went back to school,moved around, got old,retired, and eventually diedin our sleep.But for such a deadpan remembranceof our lives, there wasso muchlove love love,there wasso much, and I...And I alwayswake up, and you are not there.
Bee My GirlI cried tonightBut it was not like beforeWhen someone to love meWas all I imploredThis time the tears fellBecause my wish has come trueMy prayers have been answeredIn the wonder that is youI smiled tonightBut it was not like beforeWhen it was just a physical responseNothing moreThis time I smileNot from the mouth but the eyesThis lost little boyHas finally come back to lifeI wrote tonightThis poem, these wordsAbout my best friendmy love, my girlThis time it seemsThat indeed you feel the sameI prayed to God for your arrivaland soon after you came
Open The GatesOpen the gateBut enter at riskIf you loseThen you won't be able to quitDo not strayYou will get lostIf you doThen you won't find the wayOpen the gateBut enter at riskI got lostAnd now I wish I could quit