Many Shades of GreySunday mornin' rain is fallin'Steal some covers,share some skin.Clouds shrouding us in moments unforgettable,You twist to fit the mold that I am in.The rain splashes large droplets of water on my windowas I sit on the edge,staring out into the dark clouds.The clouds, shades ranging from white to black,Filled with electricity,engulf everything within reach.A sudden flash of purple,the electricity escapes from the clouds,and ends with a loud crash.As I sit there, amazed at it's power,I silently wish,Why can't I be a thunder storm?I crave to be filled with all of that energy,all of that power,And all of those shades of grey.As another bolt of electricity escapes,This time golden,two dark clouds part.Sun rays flow in through the gaping hole,as if they were stairs,stairs to the heavens.These are the heavens that I will never reach,As the thunder storms hold the keysto unlock their doors.Still, feeling more energetic from the storm,I jump from my w
My Secret ConfessionThis is my secret confession,I have slipped into a dark depression.I feel so alone,I have withered down to the bone.I am so helpless,I'm always trying to impress.It is quite pathetic,But I feel so poetic.I want this dark spell to end,But until then, I just have to pretend.My aura is gray,Just like a stormy day.They clouds cover me in every way,I wish the could just blow away.I want to get out,But all I can do is shout.I want to scream until I lose my voice,It is my only choice.This is my secret confession,I have slipped into a dark depression.
DaydreamerDaydreamer, Daydreamer,Definitly not a keeper.Your life is full of dreams,but it is not always as it seems.Then you lie and lie,Sometimes you feel like you want to die.Daydreamer, DaydreamerNext time, keep your acting in theater.Keep your reality and and fantasy seperate,But you are just too desperate.You always loose something in the end,Something like a best friend.
Feel Her PainShe's not as strong as you think she is. When she's alone she sobs her eyes out. Everyone thinks she's the girl with the perfect life, that the smile she wears everyday is real. But its all a lie. She wears a mask everyday full of fake smiles and laughs. She's the one that helps all of her friends when they have problems, but they never seem to notice when she has problems.As she sits in her room alone, like she does every night, she thinks about what to do. Death? Is that the only answer? Runing away? Is that even better? But instead of runing away or cutting her wrists, she writes down all of her feelings into a journal. One of many journals, one that shall soon be replaced with one full of untouched paper, just waiting for her feelings to be spread accross its pages. Waiting to feel her pain...