Who.Is.She?Who.Is.She?No words spoken,Not one.A faded human,Silent, innocent and unnoticed.Who is she?What's her name?A classroom back-seater,Of which she's invisible.She's forgotten and unknown,Did you know her?Take a step back,Admire her unseen beauty.Her authentic, understanding eyes,Her facial emotions of sadness,Her longing for friendship and love,Do you feel sorry for her?And yet you do nothing...You can't risk knowing an outsider,Your reputation would sharply decrease, so you let her be.Popularity queen are you?As if!Popularity should only be given as a reward for kindness and given only to those who deserve it.It's not a reward for your heartless comments or harsh games, not even for your selfish confidence boost, just so you can bring someone elses crashing down.There is only one word to describe you......Bitch...
What Next?I grabbed a pencil,mighty force smashed it to the paper belowA loud bang filled the silence and the nib split into shardsThe paper was punctured a tear left by a holeI screwed up the paper ,and away it flew.What Next
?The lamp,I raked it off the table from which it stoodOnto the tiled floor with a heavy hearted crackThe bulb gave way, shattering itself into several crystalsI flung the table to the side, it hit the brick wall with a thud.What Next
?Her clothes,Out the window they wentWith a whoosh through the wind they flewAnd floated,weaving gently to the grass below.What Next
?The photo,Two faces printed side-by-side.Hatred shouted and surgedTorn into two it was,A lighter to the photo, as it burnt into smoke.What Next
?A knife, maybe.What next?Death instantly
Lonely Girl...Lonely girl against the cold stoned wall.Her life changed from rise to fall.She cries through the night, trying to hold on,But no one can see or hear her, she's on her own.This lonely girl needs a tender touch or hold,Someone to love and protect her,And hide her from the cold
Lonely girl, please don't cry.Your pain hurts we know, but please don't hide.Wipe those tears away and put on a smile
A smile upon your scared face,
added with a warm and angelic embrace.Little girl, it will all be ok.We promise to care and treasure you,For what it's worth "we are protecting you"I know its hard, to see through the darkBut remember those good times down at the park.With your mother pushing your swing at six-months old,And your father calling you his little princess at seven years old.They may not be here now, but remember the good times,As these are the memories we need to live on with,Lonely girl, please don't cry,us angels are watching
This unavoidable thing...*I'm hiding something.Something dark, mean and dangerous.A secret to be kept silent.As I transform into the nights inevitable violent.*Boyfriend one, Boyfriend two, Boyfriend three.Each one with their own characteristic key.Cleverness, happiness, bravery and love.They all offer, the insignificant above.This awful unavoidable thing in me,I try to change, but I'll never be free.Because wherever I go, whatever I do,Evil is watching, both me and you.I'm a player of my own,I offer no one a fair fight.This unavoidable thing in me,Offers both, pleasure and delight
Don't turn around to see the knife.I will cut you down and slice your strife.As I said before
I offer no one a fair fight.As I am the murderous, victorious, Lady of the night.
Undying Love...Into the deep lashing water I fell,Over a cliff edge, into the blue.My beating heart signalling a final farewell,The final beat, my love
for you.The sharp cold ran up my spine,As deaths chill began to settle.Your pictures traced in my mind,Your wings, Our Love, My angel.Darkness did swirl around me,Closed eyes, wishing for the best.For what must be, shall be
Our next meeting, in silent, joint death