~Cataclysm~

From my brown eyes

A tear drop falls

The heart it aches
The pain emanates

Hurt

Mind races
Thoughts unclear

Darkness

Rapid breathing
Can’t catch a breath
Nothing more then a panic attack

Anxiety

Bewilderment
What is wrong with Me?!

Hoping verything will be ok
I'll take one of these
And two of'em
A day

Medicate

Sleep with no dreams
Stars shine
But have no gleam

Tranquil

No tears
No fears
No heart pounding
Breathless

Numb

Ok so it’s one of these
And two of them

Why is it not working anymore?

Just another of these, maybe a couple
And a few more of them

Oh yeah! there it is . . .

Can't feel my face. . .

Add a few of these to those
And bring in some of that
This should do the trick

Waking up with drool glistening
On my face

Now it's not my choice at which
Those or them or a little of this

I'm hooked
Can not go with out

Quesy. . .

In need of my bottled companions

A tear streams down my check
As I look in the mirror

Who is this?

Why am I here?

Where has erybody gone?

We haven’t gone anywhere, but you have. . .

LOST!

~The Silent Killer~

He's standing above her face,
Holding the ripped lace.


"I shouldn't have worn that outfit"

But she can't be blamed for it

The police won't do anything,

"She brought it on herself,
too pretty this young thing."

No evidence could she bring.
His vile seed was gone.
She waited too long.

She's gaining weight.
She can no longer stay up late.
But she must..
Cuz she sees his face when she closes her eyes.
She hates her sight in the mirror.
Her pants are beginning not to fit.
It's time, but she's been
dreading it.
Here comes the pregnancy kit.
+

Dirty.
Worthless.
Used.
Disgusting.
Whore.
The thoughts run through her mind.
She feels she has committed a crime.
Anyone on the outside would say,

"Not your fault."

But, believe with them, she will
not.

Her belly is begginning to swell.
Suicide is on her mind,
and punishment is hell.
But maybe she deserves it.
She thinks.
The blood is filling up the sink

And now, two gravestones.
Beautiful murals upon them are shown.
They sit next to each other.
A child laying next to her 19 year old mother.

683,000 forcible rapes occur every year,
which equals 56,916 per month,
1,871 per day, 78 per hour,
and 1.3 per minute.
RAPE PREVENTION
I hope...this got your attention.

~凹陷 (Depression)~

,

Life is a prison, Oh God let me out.

No one to listen, To hear when you shout.

Climb the walls of insanity, Ride the waves of despair.

If you fall it don't matter There's no one to care.

Used to wish for a window, To see birds, trees and sky,

But you're better without one - Stops you aiming too high.

Watching freedom is painful, For those locked away.

Seeing joy, love and happiness, Another price that you pay.

Strong is good, weak is bad. Be it false, be it true.

Your mind makes the choice, And enforces it too.

Cell walls built by society, With rules to adhere.

If you breach the acceptable, You had better beware.

Hide the pain, carry on, Routine is the key.

Don't let on that you're not, What you're pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you, How badly that bodes.

Look out for that one day, When it all just explodes.

Leaving naught but a shell, Base functionality too.

But killing all else, That was uniquely you.

So how do you grow, With a timebomb inside?

Or how to defuse it, Without destroying its ride?

You can't. So u act.. put on ur best show..

But when ur all alone.. The only proof of ur despair-

Bruises on your fingers Where u gripped far too tight.

Cuts on your arms Where u dragged the blade down.

Blood on your skin Where you sliced the knife through.

Fractures on your fists Where the wall felt your rage.

Ladders on your leg Where You let your guilt loose.

Numb in your mind Where you wouldn’t feel pain.

Salt on your face Where you continuously cried.

That taste of bile in your mouth, from the bottles in which you drowned.

Alone in a crowd, no one sees your hurt.

Whats worse- You lost that one that had your heart.

Whats a curse- When your own flesh and blood is no longer of the earth.