Why red? Its always red? No matter where I go its always red...
Why not blue or green or something in between
But you always choose to be red.
How many times do I have to try, eighteen, nineteen?
Maybe I should stop
Insanity, expecting different results
So it may be a flop
And start acting like an adult
It may be a curse or something worse
Or maybe its just my mind
For wanting to be immerse
Of a blood sea of mine
Floor was red
With all the dead
Bleeding their souls away
Wasn't my fault
For the assault
Which left them this way
She's a witch
She's the bitch
Was what they once would say
Now you see
What they be
A life-less pile of decay
They'd attacked
And I fought back
I swear it wasn't foul play
I feel mad.
I feel like a fire during,
And I like it,
I feel alive.
Able to burn anything in my way
My aim is flawless,
But don't be in the line of fire
Fear the ricochet.
I was flying one summer night,
Flying high without a fright,
Flying without a care in the world
Was flying til you tried to call me, your girl
Caught, trapped, within a box
Hunted down like a fox,
I had fought with tooth and nail
Sadly though I did not prevail
Special, pretty, brightest little light
Trying to diminish my might
Brittle boned, I was trapped
But my heart was still intact
Though rain is the only thing I see
I know tomorrow can be
The day I am
Set Free
!
One hit, slapped.
I don't know how to react
Should I cry or slap back?
How would he react?
I was off guard to say the least
But then again, it didn't bother me
The sting barely last
But how would I react
Cut ties
Say goodbyes
Or pretend it didn't happen
How I feel, I barely know
How am to feel?
It's truly weird to finally think of how we are all not alone,
Captured in our own head,
In a black and white tone,
The 'they don't understand',
Is rather they're going through it too.
Yes there are people with you
And people against you
Neither of you are alone.
I used to hold people's hands for I didn't want to be alone
Growing up, you learn not to hold hands
How its icky and for couples only, but there is no law
So let's hold hands
Even if things aren't okay, let's hold on
When I was scared, I kept me hands close to myself as possible
Yet my hands always fit in someone else's best at these times
So why have we stopped?
There is always
Physical size has never guild how I felt
Some days I feel so tall that my worries seem pointless
And some days I feel small enough for my worries to tower over me
Days as thin as paper pondering how in the word will I get myself to eat
Others which I swear I'm eating for two people
But the mirror is not my boss.
I run in Rollerblades
I feel the need to run,
But why?
I'm running to my future
Or from my past
From things broken
Or to new possibilities
All I know is running
In fear of getting stuck in one place
Or not seeing enough different places
Motion is the only comfort;
Leaving those who judged me
And looking for those who could love me
Looking for a new home
Or to leave my pain
All I know
Step 1.
Move
Ever time I walk away or space off, it's not to hide in my room, for my comfort is found else where.
I never get lost, a map is constantly building and growing in my head.
I follow my feet for they always want to explore more.
For comfort is what i see and take in,
So I apologize for my lacking love of talking, there's just too much sound with too little meaning, hence why i walk away.
I see more and feel more in this world when talking isn't in my way.
So don't take it personally
But please, shut up