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My Friend Ana

She has Ana staying over again
You don't like her at all but she's her friend
Ana brought some pills for her to try
She tells you not to look they'll make you want to cry

She says Ana told me not to eat today
Don't argue with me I don't care what you have to say
And she's yelling at you for no reason at all
But she can't help it she just feels so small

When she looks in the mirror
She dies a little more inside
She hangs her head
And asks God to tell her why
Now she looks at you with tears in her eyes
Tell her she's beautiful

She hangs pictures of Ana on the wall
She says she'll get there even if she has to crawl
The secrets inside are hers to keep
She no longer lets you hold her as she sleeps

One day
She says baby come and sit with me while I pray
One day
I hope I'll never have to feel this way

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Life

Green grass, Blue skies
Sick people, Sad goodbyes
Dark days, Empty nights
People dying, Violent fights
Frightened kids, Scared moms
Divorced parents, Lost bonds
Starving children, bloodthirsty thugs
Innocent victims, Kids with drugs
Devil worshipers, Constant crime
Shot of a gun, nothing is fine
Confused youth, careless adults
Child abuse, countless faults
Selling drugs, peer pressure
Spreading AIDS, prostitute pleasure
Daily abduction, victims of rape
So much pain, Few ever escape
Turning to suicide, Ending a life
Psycho path killers, Blade of a knife
Agony of loss, A broken heart
Painful love, Being ripped apart
Homeless people, The joy of hurting
A love child, So many uncertain
Pregnant teens, Unstoppable STD's
Ashamed heritage, So many wannabes
Sibling hatred, Dangerous obsessions
Opinionated critics, Unwanted suggestions
Killing family, Betraying friends
As today begins, Yesterday ends
Hopeless tomorrow, Doubtful future
Destroying the mind, Sickening humor
Never-ending sickness, Too much disease
Does it ever stop? Someone tell me please
Animal torture, A newborns cry
Abandoned infants, Do we even try?
Sleeping around, Simply for lust
Deceitful lovers, Losing all trust
Breaking the law, Getting away
Courtroom injustice, It's the victims who pay
Who is wrong? Who is right?
Criminals admired? Have we lost sight
Broken families, Few who pray
The doubtful outlook, Getting by each day
Forgotten morals, Money hungry fools
Disgraceful greed, Those who use
So many questions
Yet so few answers
The wanting to know
Happens much faster
When did it happen?
How did it start?
Who is to blame..
For letting our world fall apart?

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Im Not Me

I’m not me
look into the mirror, and what do u see?
A sad, depressed girl staring back at me,
She can’t even look herself in the eyes,
Tears well up, but she won’t let me cry,
I couldn’t take the world anymore,
That’s what I thought when I locked the bathroom door,
The girl in the mirror, she isn’t me,
At least not what I used to be,
This strange girl was out of her place,
Even the vibrant colors were worn off her face,
So many cuts and little scars,
When the pain of life just went way too far,
The smile she used to always wear, its gone unnoticed, and disappeared
All there is on her face, is anger and fear,
I didn’t want to, but she’s making me do it,
On the bathtub ledge, she forces me to sit,
There's a razor blade in my hand where the hell did that come from?
I shouldn’t do this; my body’s already numb,
Turning the faucet and the tub fills,
The water is so cold, it’s sending chills,
I knew what was going on, but couldn’t do anything about it,
My body wouldn’t respond, but inside me, I was having a fit,
Sinking into the water clothes and all,
I felt like a drenched puppet doll,
The razor at my fingertips,
I close my eyes and bit my lip,
This girl knew she was going to die,
I now can feel her start to cry,
Placing the menacing blade to her wrist,
I thought of all the things I’m going to miss,
I feel the blade deep inside my arm as I scream inside,
The anger within her will no longer hide,
The deed is done, my arms are sliced,
This girl doesn’t care at what price,
I stare down into the water, I can see red,
The room is spinning, shouldn’t I be dead?
Someone’s banging loud on the bathroom door,
I’m getting colder, down to the core,
The person beyond the lock is calling her name,
And began to scream when no answer came,
This body of mine, it’s getting numb,
My heart beat, it echoes like a drum,
My head leaned back, starting up at the ceiling,
While my mind is ringing,
The locked door is busted down,
I feel like I’m about to drown,
There is a boy standing here staring, 
Sorrow and desperation burning in his eyes
Falling to his knees, he begins to cry,
Now look in the mirror and tell me what you see?
What you thought was me is not really me.

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Free

I hold the blade to my wrist
breathing in and out
scared and angry and hurt
I think to myself
"Do I really wanna do this?"

I close my eyes
I see him throwing the dishes at her
I hear her screams
I see him run at her, his hand on her throat
Her face lights up red

She cannot breath
He lets go
She falls
Grasping her throat

I go to my room
I hear her screams once more
He yells too
I cover my ears
It's suddenly quiet

My door opens
It is him
He caresses my skin
I fight him but he is too strong

He forces himself on me
I scream but he continues to thrust himself on me
I yell for my mother
No answer

I open my eyes
"Yes, I want this"
The blade gently goes across my wrist
A feeling of bliss overwhelms me

The blood pours
Never ending
I am done, dying
No more pain, no more heart ache
I am finally free

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We Miss You

We think about you every day, and wish you would just come home
It’s not the same without you here, we all feel so alone
And as time continues to pass us by; our hearts don’t seem to mend
For someone once said you were the centerpiece to our group of friends
Your time with us was cut too short, and forever you will be missed
By all of us who loved you the most, and are left to reminisce
Your smile, your giggle, and crazy dance moves are some things we cherish the most
And now when we get together, you can expect there will be a toast
To you and all the good times we had and to the memories we shared
We still don’t know how to go on without you; the pain is hard to bare
We know you are watching over us and peaking in from time to time
Now if only we could just talk to you, and hear that you’re doing fine
But you left us with some peace of mind, the day you had to go
For you said that day was one of your best; your smile showed us so
So as we continue to live this life, we can’t help but question our fate
But we know that when it’s our time, you’ll be greeting us at Heaven’s gate

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Elapsed Insight

And now I sit inside my glass prison, 
Screaming to be let free, 
But all my efforts are in vain, 
You can't even hear me. 
Look into my tear stained eyes 
And tell me what you see
Am I so completely dead to you,
 That you don't even see me?
 Watch the tears fall down my face,
 An endless stream of forgotten hate,
 Fall into an unknown world, 
Follow the road of fearful fate.
Banish the light from inside your mind, 
Let the dark consume your soul. 
Lose yourself inside this hell, 
Cause yourself to lose control.
 Rest your head and close your eyes,
 Soon the pain will fade,
 Slip away into your dreams.
 No longer be afraid.
 I feel my body growing cold. 
Shaking, shivering, fade away, 
Trembling under Death's sweet kiss, 
I'm too far led astray. 
Leave me helpless on the ground,
 Left alone to face this death, 
Fatal numbness pass over me,
 And I breathe my one last breath. 
My screams have been silenced,
 My tears have been dried, 
As I lay upon the earth, 
And let this life subside.
 Let the dark consume the soul.
 Pass into eternity, 
Thus the ending of this life, 
Of this forgotten sanity

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The Mast I Wear

You think you know the real me, but you really don't.
What you see on the outside is nothing but a mask.
I live under this mask, hiding myself from the world.
Burying my soul underneath my pain that I hide.

I wish I could show you what lies beneath.
But I'm afraid you will desert me, leave me like a child leaves an old toy.
My pain is to overwhelming for even you.
But it soothes me to know that I can keep it hidden.

I know others have replaced their masks or show you their true selves.
Yet I can’t part with mine.
It’s almost like another body part to me, like a leg or an arm.
I try to discard it but I always find myself running back to it.

Maybe someday I can reveal myself to you.
But at this moment I feel safe inside my dungeon of pain.
When I do leave my mask and step into the real world, 
you will be the first to know

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Just a Little Broken

My life right now I can't explain
It feels like I'm dying but with no pain
It's all just a little bit broken

I get called names that only hurt me
When will I just be set free?
It's all just a little bit broken

Can't they see my cuts, so fresh and so deep?
Or will I have to keep it a secret and never make a peep?
It's all just a little bit broken

Can't they see I'm dying a little more each day?
When will they take the time to see if I'm ok?
It's all just a little bit broken

So many lies I don't wanna hear!
Don't you understand? I don't wanna cry another single tear!
It's all just a little bit broken

I Cry myself to sleep Each and everynight
When will everything be alright?
It's all just a little bit broken

I take a piece of paper and write with a pen
"i just wanna be strong again"
It's all just a little bit broken

So please the next time when you judge me
Maybe you'll see,
It's all just a little bit broken...

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Perfection

Propelling forward through the night,
A simple, simple deed,
A dream of happiness inside,
Is just what we all need.

An icon of perfection,
Cast upon the wall,
We try to reach the point of idol,
Until the very day we fall.

Why live as a copy,
Of what's already done?
When you can prove yourself as you,
And show you've really won.

Our dreams of this perfection,
Will soon come crashing down,
Her beauty's not so flawless,
She's nothing without her crown.

Desire is the drug of life,
Not pot or meth or speed,
Desire kills what most cannot,
Without the notice of what we need.

Our icons lead desire,
Controlling our very minds,
Slow is the process that kills us all,
Through our very souls it winds.

If you dream of this perfection,
Just know you shouldn't so,
The drug is inside us all,
Although it doesn't show.

Propelling forward through the night,
A simple, simple deed,
A dream of happiness inside,
Is not what we all need.

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Deeper

I grab the knife,
As if its nothing.
I know it can take my life away,
but I could care less.
I put the knife into my skin.
I cant feel a thing.
I stab it in deeper,
the memories are floating back.
Us walking into the streets,
holding hands,
you whispering "I love you"
I can feel the blood gushing out,
but theres no pain.
I remember laying in your arms,
I remember every word you said.
I stab the knife in deeper.
I try not to shout.
The deeper it goes,
the more memories come out.
I've never seen so much blood in my life,
all because memories of us.
I just cant believe your okay.
I take the knife out and throw it.
Watching the blood come out,
it doesn't phase me