I have no wingsI've given up.I've given in.I tried to fly.And broke my wings.Rough blonde hair.Dazed Blue eyes.Every smile,Inside I die.I forgot the Moon.Forgot the sky.Always caged...I forgot to fly.
Naked Part 1I have problems.I have flaws.I have issues.And I can't deal with them all.I hate my Father.Love my Dad.Depend on my Mother.And my Mum a tad.I hate this teenager.But I love Jade.I hate this Person.But I can't change.I'm 'sensitive.'Apparently.I take every issue there is.Don't you see?I'm overloaded,Fit for breakingI have dreams.So people hate me.I'd kill myself.Truly I would.And I tell no-one.I probably should.But I'm a hero.And inside my heart.It screams at me stop.The final playing card.I feel amazing.When I stand up for another.But I'm still a bad guy.I reap and I sunder.I wish I was a hero.All of the time.But I'm just weak Jade.Covered in filth and grime.I can't change,Neither can Father.It's an unchangeable fact.An undeniable bother.I say I'm depressed.He'll say he's seen worse.I'll say I'm alone.He'll say I better rehearse.You who says;I am wise.Define right and wrong.You better reviseI get it Dad.I get your life sucked.Mines not m
The Taint Inside meWhen you call me names.I shrug and shake it off.As if it doesn't matter."Selfish bitch.""Lazy cow."It's like you're cutting me.I pretend not to care.Because saying so would only provoke more.And when you say I talk too much.When Mother, Father call me slack.Because I speak realistically.Cynically, rudely, hatefully.I'm holding back so much more.So much more to hurt and hinder.I don't want to speak wrongly.But I can't sit still with silence.I'm speaking out.Because I'm afraid.That what I am just brings you shame.Some of you have been beside meFor long before I remember.Others just a few years.But I'm afraid you've had enough.You've given up.And that part of me.That you all hate.That I hate.Says "I don't care.""Just walk away."While the silence screams.Don't leave me here.
Lost and foundI'm looking for something.Always searching, never finding.Angry that I can never find it.
Sympathy and ScornI'm alone, desolateToo afraid to search for light.Broken with a wordFor speaking against your nameYour reflection screams"Sympathy? No. Scorn."
Black MoolightShe dreamed a dreamOn moonlight brokenWishing on a dead star.The moonlight shatteredAnd with a screamShe plummeted into hell.