Screamer

Scream because you feel nothing               Scream because your alone
  Scream because you feel everything          Scream because you wont be left alone
    Scream because you can                          Scream because your caged
      Scream because you can't                        Scream because your free
        Scream for the pain                                  Scream for the ones you told you to be silent
          Scream for the hate                                  Scream for the ones who will not scream
            Scream for the broken dreams                 Scream for the lack of love
              Scream for the fear                                  Scream for the lack of attention
                Scream until the windows break               Scream until it burns
                  Scream until your throat bleeds                Scream until the city falls
                    Scream until you have no breath               Scream until the scars are gone
                      Scream until the tears flow                       Scream until someone hears you

From Within

Eyes open, sit up in bed
hearing the voices that are in my head.
Saying "do it, do it, let us be free",
the little creatures that no one else can see.
I stand, then walk across the room
the scent of pain, like a foul perfume
fills my nose and brings a tears to my eyes.
Looking in the mirror, I see the face I despise.
Grabbing the blade, I press it to my skin
letting out the demon within.
Freeing him to flow through the gashes I create
that will eventually lead me to my fate.
Slicing slicing over and over again
I hope no one asks the question,
the one that I can answer but they do not understand
how could I be destroyed at my own hand?
"Why do you do it?" is what they always say
they do not see that its the monster come to play.
And if he does not get his way
he will come with a vengeance another day.

What do they really think?

   What do they really think? A question people do not often ask. A question people do not often think about. But what if we did? What would we see? Take, for instance, the girl dates every guy she meets and sleeps with 90% of them. What is she searching for? Acceptance? Confirmation that she is beautiful, that she is wanted? Could it be that she is trying to fill the void of the absence of her father? Does she feel as if he left because he did not love her, so she screws every man who shows her the least bit of positive attention? No one will ever know.
   Then there is the class clown, the funny man. He makes people laugh, he seems to have it all together. Does anyone wonder why he wants to be the center of attention? Does anyone know that at home he is called worthless, a disappointment, a sad excuse for a man? Does anyone care, as long as they get their entertainment?
   Or how about popular girl that everyone wants to be friends with? She has it all together, good grades, great looks, hottest boyfriend. But is everything as it appears? Why is it that no one ever sees her eat? Does anyone hear her retching in the bathroom after she has eaten a small portion?  Is it strange that she is obsessed with working out? Is it obvious that works so hard to impress her parents who are only focused on their own success? Does anyone bother to notice?
   And what about the boy, you know, the boy that no one really notices, not even his parents? The boy who is so average that when someone mentions his name everyone asks "who is that"? This is the boy who gets bullied and then forgotten. The boy who will one day snap, bring a gun to school, and finally be noticed and remembered by everyone. Will anyone know what he really thinks before its too late?
   And last but not least there is the girl, the quiet shy girl who is no one of consequence. She is nice and polite and when brought up in conversation, everyone calls her "that sweet girl". But no one sees (maybe they choose not to see) the bruises on her shoulders and legs. Does anyone notice the cuts on her arms, sides, and legs? Does anyone know that she comes from a broken home, a home torn apart by drugs, alcohol, and abuse? Can anyone understand the relief she feels when that blade slices though her skin? Can they understand how the pain flows out in the crimson rivers? Will anyone know the reason she cut the wrong way, aiming to feel a more permanent relief? A relief that that can never be undone.
   Does anyone care to know what they really think?