Walk amongst those of us who are different
Drink the tears that run from these holes I call eyes...
Sometimes I close them 

and I burn inside...
With love I send my anger
with greed I give to you
with pain I percieve pleasure

I am one of the few that changed

I hate my mixed emotions that give me so much grief
I give up all my envy with this single favor:

don't break me 

because I'm bruised already...

I love to cry...
Its so theraputic...I feel as though I'm purifying my 
whole body-
Letting the anger run out of me with the salt in my
tears...

I love to dream...
Its so surreal...an escape from my world of terror
and heartache-
away from the loneliness I face every morning...
Oh the burden of being concious...

I find myself being cold all the time now...but mainly
at night.
It almost seems like it comes from the inside.
Once I told my mother that.

She looked at me like I was insane...

She said it was because of the 'scary stuff I write'

and the 'scary stuff I listen to'

She said I'm encouraging it to haunt me...

you bet I am...

bitch

lost souls have felt the pain my mother has brought me

~*home*~

back to my realm