not now

not right now,
not at this moment,
im going to cry,
cry my little heart out,
you broke it once again,
now it cant be fixed,
not now,
not never,
why did you do this to me,
i thought you loved me,
i thought you cared about me,
but i guess it was all a freaking lie,
not now,
i cant stand it anymore,
i grab a knife,
and carve into my arm,
why did you brake me again,
i watch it bleed,
and make puddles,
not now,
and not ever

waiting

never looking back,
just waiting for the moment,
of pain and blood,
of hurting and anger,
i take this knife and wait for you,
i slit my wrists,
cause of what ive bein through

broken lullaby

Awaken the children,
let them see,
all agony's within,
and perhaps just maybe,
they would lose all hope,
all their dreams,
all feelings would cope,
not the moon's shattered beams.
Awaken the infant,
the one who's mild,
as the moon once crescent,
now sings to that child.
All is lost,
so it seems,
like floods of life in frost,
living on shattered dreams.
Sing a broken tune,
so death may come,
all mourns the moon,
and all becomes numb.
Sing this broken lullaby,
so all may hear.
The last tear becomes dry,
as morrow comes near.
Sing and awaken all,
let them see,
how easy it is to fall,
and just let them be,
so they may sleep,
and fix all dreams,
for they're in deep,
as they ride moonlight's beams

hate

I press a blade hard against my pale white wrist,
seeking pain,
seeking comfort.
I smile as I see the bright crimson blood ozzes down my arm,
loosing sanity,
loosing myself.
I cry as I drop the kneif against the hard wood floor,
hateing the world,
hateing you