World.

I think that's what's wrong with the world; 
no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside. 
They're sad, but they don't cry.
They're happy, but they don't dance or sing.
They're angry, but they don't scream.
Because if they do,
they feel ashamed and that's the worst feeling in the world. 
So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees 
how beautiful the sky is.

The Piano

A note
rings out,
loud and clear,
above the silence
of the cold, unfeeling day.
Gradually,
the despondent peal fades.
Hollow impassivity returns.
The empty silence resumes.
No hearts beat.
No lungs breathe.
No ears heed.
The piano
strikes another key,
despairingly;
no sound is returned.
The stillness recapitulates.
The piano,
harsh and grating,
weights the keys,
burdens the pedal,
rents the sheet;
it cries to the emptiness.
The void responds
with languid muteness,
for no one hears
the piano.

Crying Scarlet Tears.

[So I wrote this poem because I was bored and I have just recently read a book about a girl who cut herself.
I DO NOT DO THIS. So don't like freak out.]

The beads of blood,
the stains in her heart,
She cover the scars,
To her it’s an art.

The pain,
the pain's so strong.
The blood’s running down her arms.
She knows this is wrong.

She feels so deserted,
She feels so alone
The pain drives her insane
It makes her feel numb.

If only she was loved.
If only she didn’t feel so alone.
If only she had friends.
If only somebody had known.

She’s trying just to get away,
Hiding herself from the world.
She’s trying to make it all better,
She’s just a poor, poor girl.

She hide it each day, every day she lives,
Just hoping no one will find out.
She doesn’t do it to die, she just does it to let go,
Through all of this pain she just wants to shout.

She wants to shout this secret
Hoping it’s not something she’ll regret.

Hold me.

I'm hurt all the time.
I don't want to cry for the way I feel inside.
I just want someone to hold me...
I'm alone in the dark, please try to find me.
Anyone find me!
I'm sorry, I just don't want to be alone anymore.
I feel unheard and unseen. Depressed and weak.
I'm alway the one who is sorry.
Please hold me until it all ends.
Just hold me that’s all I want.
I don't want to be alone in the dark.
Just hold me as I start to disappear from the light.
Just hold me as I start to cry.
Just hold me so I wont be alone inside.
Just hold me so tight.

There you will see me.

Look into my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
It won't be happy,
It won't be pretty.

The way I act,
Makes me seem happy.
It makes me seem fine.
But look into my eyes.

There you will see,
See the hurt..
See the hate..
In my eyes I will seem distant..

Look into my eyes,
There you will see everything,
Everything I hold inside.
There you will see me.

Mask

I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;
To hide my feelings behind a lie.

Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside, I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.

Nobody could hear my cries at night
For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling
For I designed my mask to be laughing.

Behind all the smiles were the tears
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see,
Wasn't everything there was to me.

Day by day,
I was slowly dying.
I couldn't go on,
There was something missing..

Until now I'm still searching
For the thing that'll stop my crying.
For someone who'll erase my fears,
For the person who'll wipe my tears.

But until then I'll keep on smiling.
Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Until then, I'll be here.. waiting.