Cry I hate you because I cry... But I cry because I hate you....

Colours Of A Broken Girl... With every slice on my wrist, a crimson liquid bleeds, Reminding me of my humanity. With every scar, that leaves a pinkish taint, I'm told I've failed before. With ever tear that shimmers an aqua blue, I feel a pain within my chest With every bruise I get, an ugly black I'm re-told that I'm too weak. With ever glare, from eyes of hazel and greens, I find myself feeling alone. As I lye on the floor, a comforting brown, I know it's the end of it all.

Forgotten Heroes They taught me about Einstein's theory's, And how it changed the world of science. But they never told me about nirvana, who changed the history of rock. They role me all about Modern medicine? And how it can save lives. They tell me about the heroes of the past, And how we wouldn't be alive without them. But why don't they preach about black veil brides, My chemical romance, or motionless in white? Bands who saved kids from suicide, Brought upon them, by other human lives. Why do we learn about those who have passed, I'm grateful, but there's still a flaw. How come they don't tell us about heroes of today, And leave us to struggle on our own?

To Save A #life It's scary how a humans #life Can be so weak and thin It take forever to create, But only seconds to end. It had built up over time, I couldn't take it any more, All their taunting words, Ever push and every shove. I ran back home that day, And hid away my tears. As I ran upstairs, All I wanted was an end. I'd thought it through so well, I took the blade from my bed, I hid their each night, And each night it was my escape. I quickly typed In YouTube, And then Went on new uploads, Clicked on any title, And I let the music flow, To hide any cry or whimper, I might make as I end it all. I sat down on my chair, So I wouldn't thump on the ground. I lifted the shiny blade, And I brought it to my neck, This was it I thought, This is where it ends. Only then did I finally hear, The music that blasted so loud, As the band kicked into the chorus, And stopped me in my tracks. "One final fight For this tonight With knives and pens We made our plight" The song went on and on, The blade had long since dropped. How was it this strange new band, Knew all the pain I felt? The song drew to a close, As I sat in utter silence, Tears streamed down my face, From happiness, anger and comfort. I spent the whole night up there, Listening to that song. I played it over and over, Each time the message more strong. The next day, for the first time ever, I awoke not wanting to die, I was happy that I lived, Happy I didn't die. I now follow that band to the end, I owe the my #life,you see, If I hadn't of played that song, I would be underground, about 6 feet. And at times when I feel lonely, I go back to that song again, Play it on repeat, Over and over again. "One final fight For this tonight With knives and pens We made our plight" ( this is a true story, and I am forever in debt To the 'black veil brides.' Who saved my #life, and give me reason to live)

If I Was You We cry the same tears And bleed the same blood We both have out fears And we both have hope So why is it your stuck In some desert plane Crying in silence And starving, in pain, So why is it I watch you Upon the tab screen And to me it's another add Another monetary plea It's scary to think If I'd been born later Would I be like you With you watching my plea?