SecludedDreams

The silence is more often than not here, There used to be noise music to my ears. Now I'm alone when someone's always there, By myself in my head left only to stare, My heart once strong, now feeble and weak, No power to move, and no smile to keep, His heart once mine, now only his own, No matter the amount of effort I've shown, Where do I go when all is lost, And what do I do when I can't afford the cost, The life I lived I left behind, Now it only exists within my mind, So to my mind I must now go, For the sake of my withering soul, To keep my spirit strong, and keep the memories whole, Of a time when he loved me more than love itself, Ther

In my short years... I've been confused, Been abused, Been more than hurt, With my dick in the dirt... But this is new, Leaving me no clue, Angry yet glad, Happy yet sad, I'm free yet confined, I feel I'm really losing my mind... The life I once dreamed, Now torn far from the seam, Irreparable the dream is dead, Dreams layed to rest and safe in bed, To sleep so sound for forever and always, So dreams may dream until the end of days, In an attempt to alleviate the pain, I eliminate dreaming from my brain... To live in the real world... a place I don't really belong...

I wonder, wonder all of the time, Sometimes I wonder 'why', Rarely I wonder 'who', or maybe 'where', I often wonder about the 'there', Occasionally I even wonder 'when', But more than "now and then", I wonder if, a great deal of 'if', I find it a curse more than a gift. " if " is the ultimate gateway to all possibility, Can create such chaos, remove all sensibility, It can break ones heart, and damage ones soul, Mash the mind to mush like a head with a hole, Rarely it gives, but mostly it takes, 'If' can give you hope, but usually it's fake, A pretty facade, to mask all your doubt, Then out of nowhere its inside out, Turn it over and spin it

Depression's a bitch, A stratch you can't itch, A pill you can't swallow, A feeling so hollow, Tears that leave scars, And mentally waged wars. My heart cannot bear, What isn't right there, A child that's far away, Putting my heart in a fray. A mind I've been losing, And a heart that's been bruising. I feel there's nothing left here, Nothing but pain, nothing but fear...

She feels it, starting at her center, and slowly working its way down each limb, creeping it's way through her soul, the unbearable energy cracking the surface, she lowers her eyes, keeping pace with the pounding in her throat, trying to escape the icy blades, forged in the fire of heartbreak... She looks up, hoping to have bested the labyrinth of pain in her mind, only to find herself at the center...

One blade, One bridge, One braid, One fridge, One life and one death, One day to end the rest, The days remain, but are mine to kill, So when I go down, like bottle'o' pill, Just throw me in the cooler a while to chill, Then burn my body bright and hot, Until a solid piece, theres not, Throw me to the wind, to blow away, And keep the words you meant to say, You said hello, now say goodbye, And just forget the day I died.

"The sun is warm on your face, the wind is blowing just right. The sky is colorful, odd for some reason, like a shade of lavender set for a summer sun. Birds flying as though the wind itself was tickling them underneath their wings. Musique fills your soul with a wondrous feeling, as though your body had a mind of its own, you begin to dance...feeling the rhythm of the night. Minutes turn to hours as the day grows old. You continue to dance, a soft whisper lingers in the night sky...you stop to hear what it could be. "Again, the wind is whispering" you think. "Am I going mad? Why do I hear singing in the wind?" As you frantically search...you