Death's Grip

This darkness has a blinding glare.
This silence has a deafening roar.
This life has a deathly grip.
This person has no hope.

Battle Scars

Why does the world test me?
I've paid my dues,
Through many battles.
Battles that I forever carry scars from.
Scars that show the many battles I have fought,
And won.
When no more scars form,
Then the world will finally know I've quit.

What I Deserve

To smile,
To laugh,
To hold,
To love...
Everything the world doesn't think I deserve.

Frozen Heart

My once loving heart has been frozen.
Kept far away from thee warmth of love.
It struggles to mend,
Through the insanity and despair.
But how does on fix a hear that has not been broken,
But shattered and left alone?

Battle for Sanity

Who to talk to when I'm utterly alone?
Who will respond besides the demons in my head?
Does anyone care enought to stand up,
And help me fight the battle for my sanity?