When the darkness holds you back,
Turn on your flash light.
When it takes a hold of your heart,
Fight like hell.
When the darkness fills your mind,
Think of colors.
Many people think of darkness,
Worried about bills, and money.
The color was gone.
All day every day I watch the lonely,
The worried, the poor, the scared.
Children walk beside them worried about the teddy bear they dropped,
No care about anything just wonderful mindless walking.
Thinking. Waiting, Wondering.
Where will my life go?
I sit here writing this, wondering about my homework.
Worried she will steal him,
Hoping I can convince him I'm better.
I love him. He is mine. He understands. Me.
A sad story of a person.
Failing grades, unhealthy body.
Popular? I think not.
I lose friends daily.
I miss them, but know there is a reason it happened.
I wish I could show you that this poem is meant for something.
In reality its just my thoughts rambling through your mind.
I miss, I hope, I wait, I watch.
Clinging to the teddy bear that once meant everything.
Wishing I could go back to the ease of everything that once was.
A rose. My life.
Beautiful from others eyes, but painful in mine.
Loss. Pain. Death. Lost love. Hope.
A funny thing hope is,
A thought that something good will come.
A longing for a happiness that has long since been forgotten.
The angels eyes, they are stained. Sad with tears.
Red from the anger. Half mast from all the sleep lost. I am a fallen angel. Black Veil Brides.
Their lyrics describe me, how I feel, what I think.
I love the way Andy's mind links so closely with mine.
I love how I can relate.
Bullied. Told I wouldn’t succeed.
But here I am, looking towards another year. Hope. Hope...Hope…
I hope my grades are good.
I hope I make more friends.
I hope he still loves me.
I hope she doesn’t try to hurt me.
I hope and I hope and I hope.
But last year hope wasn’t enough.
Lets hope there is a miracle to be made this year.
I pray.
I pray to god, I pray for him to see the pain.
Take away the deep need to cry, when I'm alone… in the dark.
Playing with razors isn't normal. But look how many do it.
"It takes away the pain" they say,
"It makes you forget" they say,
They say and they say and they say. I don't want to listen, I don’t want to hear.
I want to think, but then again I want to sleep.
So my mind can wander through my dreams. I think, and think, and think.
I cry because I can't think.
I scream because I don’t want to think.
I yell because I'm thinking and I can't stop myself.
When does the thinking end.
When will my life be like it was,
Holding the hands of my parents.
Clutching my friend, my teddy bear.
Not knowing all this pain.
Not able to understand why everyone just wants to stop.
When will my frightening outlook on life end?? When will i stop thinking. Hoping and crying.
When will I be whole again?