ManthyTee

Nothing has been said Nothing is ever said Not a word Not a whisper There are so many things untold What does another one unsaid thing hold? Hoping, Missing, Waiting, while time stands still Days feel like years When there are empty spaces to fill.

It should have been, Could have been, It would have been but a dream No matter how real it seemed It should have been perfect So eloquently kept Your words shimmer like dew-drippled grass through the freshly fallen snow. Oh, how you made me feel I had no foe. It could have been a new start But how foolish was I To almost give you my heart The dream floats further And further Away from me From all that could have been. Oh, how I would hold onto that dream

Murder. That is what I need I need to kill this thing inside Which the sweetness in you feeds You give a little bait You lure it in For a little taste You frolic in fear - The hustling you hear A bit too daring A bit too caring It aches for more Wounded and sore The claws that embrace you Know not that it hurts All that it needs Is more love from your words

Insecure, Of no innocence; Impure The problem is my own You cannot take it from me I’ll deal with it alone. I am what I am Bound to suffer The hunted little lamb The never-ending darkness The hollowness of self pity The self-loathing snare Never here or there Pieces      of      Me       Lie Every        Where

This is the story of a girl Whose demons live in her head. They haunt her day and night, Until she's gone and bled. She wishes they were gone, But wishes don't come true. So she copes with them all day, Staying down and blue. Her voice is unheard. But she wants to tell someone. They're all that she has left, She really has no one. She believes all their lies, She believes all their tales. She's given into madness, Her sanity falls and flails. Until there was nothing left, She bled and bled and bled. Her mind was under control By the voices in her head. She still tells no one, She keeps to herself. And all she does is write. Write about h