To once stand tall an proud then to fall as a brick wall,years have past and time is slow, but just how I ask of you will you stand proud and tall once. Or will you fall to the floor in tears and sorrow for a soul borrowed is worth millions of fears that one day come true so again I ask of you how will you stand tall in your coffin?

The One Over There The one over there Yes the tall,dark stranger Staring an icing but loving stare at us. He is cute and perfect with long hair and beautiful blue eyes. He,yes him he is the one I need.

I Am I can't sleep,I toss and turn,staring at the ceiling and walls, pills don't work anymore, crying #life's pain away, after a long day of being beat down, one blow to the head another to the gut, they don't get why I'm this way. Shrink after shrink after shrink and I feel as if I am going crazy,you pushed me into this no one else just you I am the perfect portrait of gothic because of you. Tighten the leash, I pull harder like a trapped dog wanting it's freedom. You can't cage me you can't tame me. The word I say is antisocial I say this because i prefer company of ghosts and not living human beings, I don't shy away from the sword I will brake its cold blade with melting rage from the pain caused by others. I am the taken, I am the taker, I am fallen yet I rose higher than the gods. I am the protector of all who have fell and who ever will fall.

Why Do they? Walking in the hall,they all stair,making me feel like more of an outcast than I already am. I go home and let the yelling,ridicule,and torture begin, they don't say sorry or I love you. They don't see the harm they cause. They don't see the pain or feel it like I do. Why do they do so? Why do they?