Monday, 16 September 2013

Karma Comes To Bite You

Karma is a bitch,
She is my friend,
She knows you called upon her,
She isn't happy with you,
Not happy at all.

Karma saw what you did today,
She saw how you made that little child cry,
She was watching all the way through,
And is raging on the inside.

Now you've hurt too many,
She is so so angry,
Not a very high opinion of you,
So you better run while you can.

Run run as fast as you can,
Karma will catch you,
You're now out of breath,
Panting more than a greyhound,
You're getting weak and tired.

BANG!! She's got you,
Right in her trap,
She won't let you go,
Until she's payed you back,

You can't run anywhere,
She's lurking in the darkness,
And when you least expect it,
She's got you ten times back,
And twice as bad.

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Heartbreak and Lies


Heartbroken Lies

You drag me down,
Tear me apart,
Tell me I'm lying,
But you broke my heart.


You said you loved me,
But you lied,
You only told me,
To get what you wanted.


But it didn't work,
So now you hate me,
Tell everyone lies,
About how I came to you.


You laugh at me,
You and your friends,
Telling everyone,
About what I said,
"To just be friends".


It's not my fault,
That I could see,
Truly see what you are,
A lying prick,
Who would use me,
And I don't deserve that.


Don't lie to me,
To get what you want,
Because I can see,
Straight through your lies,
It's a load of bullshit,
And I won't believe it.


You're getting angry now,
Because you understand,
You know what I mean,
You know what I'm talking about.


You and your friends,
You can burn in hell,
I'll see you down there,
My face with a frown,
You won't survive,
My firey flames,
The flames that haunt you.


I'm not wishing karma,
Karma is my friend,
She understands me,
She'll do what's best,
I hope you understand,
That she won't hurt me,
Karma is my Guardian Angel.

Fear

I can't help what I see,
I can't help what I hear,
It's not my fault that I believe,
I believe in fear.

It creeps up behind you,
When you least expect it,
Is it all in your mind,
Or is it real?

It jumps out at you,
When it's all gone quiet,
Fear of being in crowds,
You realise way too soon,
But by then it is too late,
Somebody decides to start a riot.

You can't run away from it,
It will pull you from the light,
And drags you into darkness,
It's something you have to fight,
But can't fight it alone.

A fear of being unwanted,
You feel like nobody cares,
Like you're left in a cold dark room,
Thrown in there and left to die,
The fear of being forgotten.

Nobody understands you,
But you find it difficult to explain,
To broadcast your fears to the whole world,
Just to get help that you'll never get.

There can be a cause of it,
It can be irrational,
Do you know if it's real,
Or is it a lie?

Are you scared of something,
Or scared of someone,
Maybe you're scared of yourself?

As a little child,
I used to look under my bed,
Looked in my wardrobe,
And layed there in bed,
With the pillow under my head,
And closed my eyes tightly shut.

Everybody has a fear,
They're scared of something,
I know alot of things and people,
Who are scared of weakness.

You can't run away from it,
You cannot hide from it,
You must fight it,
To survive it.

You can't tell me,
That you have no fears,
Because even the strongest person on earth,
Has a fear of something.

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

How I Feel Sometimes

How I Feel Sometimes



They push me around, not physically but mentally...
They hurt me and taunt me, I hide it from them but on my own, I break down...
They point out all of my flaws, as if I couldn't already see them...
Negativity runs my world, but it is covered up with false positivity...
They say I can handle anything, but emotional strength, I have none...
They call me attention seeker, they don't understand that attention is the last thing I want...
They think I can handle pain, I'm not strong enough...
They tell me that they'll always be there, but eventually they all leave...
They say I'm too sensitive, they don't know my disability to cope...
They tell me I'm too negative, they're the ones who cause me to be...
They tell me that I'm a story teller, but they can't remember my memories...
They say I can't cope alone, I can't cope at all...
I tell you that I'm fine, you can't see my weakness...
They tell me to control myself, they don't understand me...
They tell me to get over it, never tell a scarred spirit to get over it...
They hurt me with names and things I can't cope with, It hurts me more than they realise...
I try to stay strong, because I know that one day it will pay off...
I can't do it alone, but people just give up on me too easily...
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect and I have no other way of dealing with it, but by hurting me, you're no much better...