As I step into the room,
all eyes are not on me,
no smile is offered,
no hand waved;
no arms outstretched.
You don't even care I'm here
and I do not expect you to.
For I know, I am a pale wallflower;
too plain to be noticed,
too insignificant to be commented on.
As I sit here
quite and friendless,
And though your lips do not part,
I know you vow to never be,
like the tragedy that is me.
Useless Itch, I HATE YOU
Useless Itch/ I HATE YOU!/ Have a nice day. :] (2010)
Why must you always try to change me?
Have you ever considered it's because
you're the one who needs to change?
Do you ever get tired of telling me you love me
only to show it to be a complete and utter lie?
Now, will you please show me where love translates into
throwing me into the dust and leaving me to rust?
You claim to know the Truth but how is it that
only you can turn something so pure into negativity?
Utter to me no more excuses for your actions, aren't they
just for your own benefit?
Under what rock did you crawl out from
solely to place yourself above the rest?
Think about what I am saying and consider if it's true,
Go ahead, take a minute, what does it mean to you?
Oh but I must ask, were you going to consider
denying selfish gain to be your motive?
If so, I beg you, will you
ever so gently slit your wrist for me?
A Letter for the Better
Lord I feel like crying,
my love, for people, is dying.
I use to be this shining light;
I use to shine so bright!
Now all I do is sit and judge,
Why do I have this unspoken grudge?
I hold such pride!
Acting as if, to me they lied.
Lately all I do is hate.
I hate him.
I hate her.
I hate me.
And yet I debate,
What could be the key?
Is it him?
Is it her?
Is it me?
If I do change,
If I do call on your name.
Will it be better than this present life?
Will I then have no strife?
I'm almost too nervous to ask,
While I stand here gripping my mask?
For I know how to find the truth from the lie.
I simply have no desire to try;
I'm not sure how much I'm willing to change.
So instead I sit here, awkward and strange.
Until the day I act on what I already knew,
which is, I simply need to call on you.
I loved you,
oh how I loved you,
I thought it was
that would always
it was just gas.
Death Smells Like Strawberries
I lie down to sleep
creeps in front of me
It takes form
a spiral of black
a wave of disgrace
but I fight
I desire an escape
and I cry out
my voice full of hate
oh why won't my hair
get out of my face!