It seems i was never alive,
until now.
That all my memories aren't really mine,
but of a strange girl's.
A girl I never knew.
A girl who never lived.
Never got a chance,
had no one.
Now she's gone
and I take her place.
Like I never existed before,
and all of a sudden Im here.
With memories of a girl I never knew.
A girl no one knew.
no one even notices that she's gone.
No one really cares.
Now Im here,
and they still don't care.
They say they know me,
but how could they??
I don't even know myself.
All I know is Im here,
and Im alive.
We all have something hiddon in our mind,
something no one can see or find.
something some people can't see in themseelves,
something people refuse to see.
Some can't understand it.
the little things you keep inside,
how you really feel,
what you really want.
What you think about this and that.
Some see it as weakness,
and they'll use it against you.
Few will help you.
It's up to you to help yourself.
To find what's inside of you.
Show people who you really are.
dagger in my hands
everything is red
can't think, can't think
everything is bloody
have to think, have to think
everything is spinning
got to think, got to think
everything is dimming...
What have I done?
Cold metal in my stomach
suddenly everything is clear
What have i done?
There's no pain...
Is this just a dream?
Then the spinning starts again
I black out into nothingness.
The black poet sits in the blacken corner
with her blacked thoughts
and her blacken heart
expressed inside a small black notebook
Her every being resides in each page
Her every tear and fear in every word
Her memories etched into every writen line
The black poet sits in the blacken corner
Waiting for someone to understand
Deep inside the dark shaddows of my mind
Deep inside the heartless heart and endless ends
Deep inside the flesh and blood
Deep inside the psychoctic ramblings and illusions
Deep inside the fear...the pain
Deep inside my soul...
There's nothing.
Undeneath all the insanity is nothing but sanity
There is no fear
No pain.
Only peace.