My Feet 4/15/08

Bright lights shining on your face.
The music starts your feet start to move.
You feel the floor beneath  your feet.
It's just you and the dance floor.
The music stops you take a bow.
The Crowd cheers, you smile to yourself.
Cause they think that it was you.
They think you danced this dance.
But you know it was just your feet.
Going with the rhythm.

Like A Piece Of Trash 4/03/08

He reduced me into a pile of nothingness.
He reused me and played with my heart again.
He recycled me and forgot once me.
I feel like a piece of trash.
He just threw me away.
Next he may just throw me on the ground,
so some other guy can walk all over me.

This Could've Been You 4/01/08

Your friend calls you up,
Asking if you want to go out.
You say no, you had a feeling.
For some reason you shouldnt go.
You sit at home, watch a movie, wishing you had went.
The next day you go to school.
Your friend isn't there.
People are crying, your mind starts to rush.
You walk into class a news paper sits on your desk.
A shocking headline "TWO TEENS DIE IN A CAR CRASH"
You dont even have to read the names. You know. You start to cry.
It was your friend.
This could have been you.
You could have died.
But that feeling kept you away.
You realize this feeling was God.
Telling you to make the right choice.

These Scars Remind Me 4/01/08

These scars I make deep on my wrists,
Are to remind me of what you did.
How you broke my heart over and over again.
Each time I document it onto my arm.
For you can't see the scars you made,
On my broken heart made of glass.

The Note Pinned To Her Heart 4/01/08

Swinging back and forth
Hanging from a rope, her body is limp.
Pinned to her chest is a letter she wrote before she ended her life.
"Dear Mother, dear father,
This is not your fault.
To all my friends: This isn't your doing either.
This is my choice. I didn't belong here.
I belong nowhere. So I will no longer exist.
He said I was useless. That he never loved me.
So why exist at all?
He said I should die as he hit my face.
That I was ugly. That I had no one.
I couldnt get away so I ended it all.
I pin this note to my heart to show I died for love.
Or what they call love. To me it no longer exists.
Which is why I no longer live."

I Belong To God 4/1/08

I won't let him get to me for I am yours and thats right where I belong.
Right here in your arms.
I wont let him whisper lies into my ear.
But I'll let you, God, speak truth into me.
I trust you God for I can tell you anything.
And I do not belong to him.
He didn't make me. You did.
You created me into who I am today.

In My Own World 4/1/08

I cut my wrist with a popsicle stick.
The sky is falling up instead of down.
What an odd thing that is.
I feel as if nobodys listening so I'll make them listen.
By saying these crazy things.
Like how my little purple bird flew around in the ocean today.
The sky is green. The grass is blue.
In this little world of mine.
No one sees it but me.
My world is wack and I'm three inches tall.
But I can touch the stars and collect them all.
In this world anything can talk.
So here in my world I am not alone.