Whispers in the dark

Whisper to me in the dark
and watch my body fall apart
collapsing in the blackest hole
as the demons devour me whole
whisper softly in the night
watch me struggle to lose the fight
and listen close you`ll here me scream
`take me from this awful dream
of burning buildings and tortured freinds,`
And this nightmare never ends
i feel it burning at my skin
and i fight to keep it in
but this nightmare it wants out
it want to see what i scream about
Only so it can make it worse
I have to live forever with this curse
so whisper, whisper, quietly,
they can hear us and they can see
they`recoming out to break us now,
so everybody just stay down...

Brainstorm

Rain, rain, in my braim,
Thunder crashes again, again,
and from these storms i`ve always ran,
as far away as i can,
and i run, i run and hide,
I fin a cave and hide inside,
and wait in fear as clouds roll by,
wait in tears and wonder why,
a storm will come most everyday,
and everyday i run away,
lightning flashes and i scream,
awaken from another dream,
and twist the shadows from my bed,
to form more nightmares in my head,
life is torture but what is death?
how do i know which is for the best?
I`ve given up on getting mad, I`ve given up on feeling sad,
These empty feelings pass me by,
and these empty tears never dry,
So why should i bother with anything,
when new pain follows everything,
why even bother giving up,
I`ll still have the same old luck,
I`m a shadow in the dark,
a ragdoll ripped and torn apart,
I`m a guard dog runnaway,
and i`m the whisperes that you say,
I`m everywhere but no one knows,
as the pain inside me grows,
so let it rain iside my brain,
I`m done playing this stupid game.

In Dead Of Night 2

Restless in the dead of night,
in my head the same old fight,
that brings my thoughts to suicide,
and to these thoughts i must abide,
for if theres a god he hates me so,
to give me this pain that no one knows,
and relief i cannot find,
from the demons who torture my mind,
so its me who says goodbye,
so think of me in dead of night...

Broken

I was born a broken seed,
And grew up a mangled weed.

Raused in gravel all alone,
A dusty useless home.

i hungered for nurturing, i got none,
I lived a life devoid of fun.

Trampled and stepped on all my life,
always loosing a pointless fight.

And if i wither and drift away,
Its just another lonely day.

No one see`s the beauty in a weed,
They only see a broken seed.

The Story

Where is the joy i so desperately need?
My hearts a field full of weeds
sorrow runs wit these hollow tears
blood pumped full of awful fears
nerves are racking,
while panic`s attacking.

I`ll say goodbye to all I`ve loved,
to all my memories stained in blood,
Hell is nothing compared to this,
at least after the torture there a moment of bliss
Nothing is left,
Justa an empty chest.

My dreams have been shattered and stomped,
by some rediculous god
a fairy tale gon horribly wrong
a never ending terrible song
my mind runs on like a radio
my heart beats on like a stereo
Hollow and cold,
The story got old.

Where were you?

Where were you when i needed you?
You slipped away when i closed my eyes,
Its peple like you that turned the screw,
That turned my thoughts to suicide,
I slashed my wrists and inner thighs,
I've chugged down sioda and sleeping pills,
All because of your terrible lies,
the words that slowly made me ill,
so where were you when I fell apart,
Where did you go when the screams broke through,
What did you do about my broken heart?
why do i have to scream at you?
you were gone thats where you were,
you didn't care about how i felt,
you can't feel the pain i've always felt,
But i still don't know where you went...

Note:
I i think i wrote this poem to my parents and god...