(no subject)

[dyingday]

Listen to my whisper
softly, deftly to your ear
so soft you barely hear
these words i say mean nothing anyway

look into my eyes
as the tears rain down
only to disguise
the blood boiling inside

give me back my holidays
i take in every word you say
and spit it out right in front of you
Gazing stares, ill break you soon
hateful glares, you'll crumble soon

I'm forever scarred, my soul bears the knife in which you used
to stab me through the heart
Soon I'll die, the blood runs thick through me
pain i feel is just a dream
and through it all not a word will i say
Fighting the demons within me
day after day, as you turn and walk away
take your place by the water,
but soon to disappear
for these tranquil seas feel you fear
as the tide drifts closer you slowly back away
afraid the warter will wash away the pain
but the pain is all you have
without it you are nothing
then what will become if the scared little girl who alwasy runs away
maybe she would stay and see
see the world around her
realize this reality
with nothing left but indifference that i have alwasy seen
and when i reach out you push me away
you seek a path but cant see the signs
i see you on your knees
begging within, so alone
i try to show you, try to be there
but you wallow alone
lock yourself away
wallowing in your own house of misery
and you slam the door
if the sun were to shine
you'd cast it away
the birds will sing and you shoot them down like a winters storm
helpless and shamed
force me to let you die
as bleeding as I am you curse me
im giving up giving in
you make me the worst I can be
So die alone your bed of nails which you made for yourself