In order of being written:
Gone
By the time the tear stains have dried
I'll be gone and everything will be alright.
The world will be as it should.
Nobody ever thought I could,
leave the world in such a way.
Too late.
I'm already gone.
That's all I have to say.
Empty:
So empty inside,
the space cannot be filled.
I'll meet my fate at the window sill.
I feel the cold blade at my throat,
muscles tight, waiting for pain,
but all there is is relief,
as the slice is made.
Lying in a pool of blood,
watching my world blur,
I can't help but smile.
Circus Freak
Chains chafe and rub against my skin.
Lips dry, body bone thin.
Nobody comes to take a peek
at the circus freak
who won't speak.
