I Will Die

Let me wear the day

Shine it bright; shine it loud,

 And on the unthinkable day,

When the sun doesn’t shine, but it rains,

The child does not swim,

She floats a long.

 but crazy,

Was the child

 what are frail, what are deep?

 unless you do it first,

I won’t rest I won’t sleep

And until you learn to fly,

I will keep going; I will try

And if you want me too,

I will end; I will die

Now You've Slowly Murdered Her

Blood rushing from the cut in her skin 

Felling satisfied, she sits, 

waits for the blood to run all out

It takes to long, she pouts. 

She thinks of all the bad things 

and makes another incision. 

See what you made her do? All because she thinks of you! You're supposed be good to her, 

But now you're slowly murdering her

Not enough, too slow she thinks,

Then she remembers the horrible 

things. 

The kicking the scratching, the bulling galore, 

then she decides to take more.

All over her arms were the blood seeping scratches, 

To much blood to be stopped,

She finally feels satisfied.

See what you made her do? All because she thinks of you!

 You're supposed be good to her, 

But now you're slowly murdering her

She sits and laughs 

Too much to clean

She sits back and thinks, 

Let this kill me. 

She writes a note

A small one, at that,

Telling she gone 

That's she never coming back.

See what you made her do? 

All because she thinks of you! You're supposed be good to her, 

But now you're slowly murdering her

She sways and falls down

Taking shallow breaths

This is it,

This is her death

Finally happy, 

She tries to lie on her bed,

Just to fall down dead.

See what you made her do? All because she thought of you! 

You were  supposed be good to her, 

But now you've slowly murdered her

Dancing in the Rain

Dancing in the rain.

The rain of the tears that fall from my face, as I realize,
I am worthless,
 to the world, to my family, to my friends.
I am worthless.
I don't know why I'm just realizing it now, when I should have known all along.
I guess that proves how stupid I am.
All the wasted years, thinking that I meant something, to someone,to anyone.
I trip and fall, my hair falling in front of my face, mixing with the salty tears. Blood spurts down my arms,but I get up. The blood forms a cocoon, a home. 
I feel drowsy, and fall to the ground, eyes closing, blood still flowing,
and I get what I want.
It all ends.
-Night Walker

Which Feels Worse?

A while back, someone told me to watch out.

I should have.

But you came in, a knocked me off my feet.

I thought you would catch me. 

But you didn’t.

So I’m in the hospital, with a broken foot, and a broken heart.

Now tell me, which feels worse?

-Night Walker

You Didn't Care

2 years since you said those words, 

You were my world, 

But I guess I wasn't yours.

3 little words, 8 letters in all.

But you didn't care enough to say the good ones.

You didn't care enough to see if I was alright

You didn't care enough to even try to see if what you said hurt.

Well, it did. 

And now my heart is beaten and bruised,

Shattered and scarred,

Because of 3 little words, because of eight letters.

"I hate you."

-Night Walker

Running from Myself

I run through the darkness, away from the monster behind me. 

I trip, stumble, and fall, but I keep going.

I finally make it out of these deep, dark woods,

just to trip on a stump.

I scooch backwards, and try to hop up, but the stump is ensnaring my leg. 

It is over, I know it. 

I try to scream, but nothing comes out.

My voice is trapped, too.

As the stup grows longer, into small, thick lines of vine, capturing my other leg, 

and running up my thigh,

and upper body. 

The monster is right in front of me, looking down at me,

as I look up, fear clearly shown in my eyes.

I scream, my voice is freed.

I scream for two reasons.

My neck is being covered by the stump's tightening vines, 

and the vines are making their way to my face.

But, the more important reason.

The fact, the monster I was running from, 

was me.

I realized, I wasn't running from any monster, 

I was running from

myself.

- Night Walker

Ignored

My life is kind of boring, you see

Because I have no friends to hang out with.

I walk around, My head down, and obviously, the hoodie up, the music loud.

I guess it’s just normal.

That I act like this.

I do this all the time,

but you are too ignorant to notice.

To Notice that I am struggling.

Struggling with everything.

But that’s okay.

You don’t come up to me,

I don’t come up to you.

That’s how we work,

although we’re supposed to be friends.

Oh well, I’m okay with it.

I’ll be quiet,

you’ll be the wild child you always were.

When we were friends.

Before you forgot.

Before I was ignored.

-Night Walker