*Angel*

An Angel broke my heart

He Tore it from my very soul

Weakened me and allowed the dark within

Letting it consume me.

He Destroyed the fragility of my love

And belittled my trust.

An Angel broke my heart

But I mended it anyway.

,,Tortured,,

I'm tortured and struggling.
I feel as if I want to rip out my hair
Everyday the need within me grows
Till I feel consumed by it
Like a growing flame ....
It ignites deep inside
Spreading so swiftly....
There's no place for me to hide
My own Mind is no longer safe.
The echoes in my Mind
Are so loud....
I'm adrift in a sea of agony
They reverberate throughout me like tortured screams of pain.
A cacophony of sorrow
So constant I'm unsure of when my own Screams joined the fray.
I'm drowning.....
Sinking into the murky depths..
Of a Paralyzing struggle for my very Soul!
I am in a torture chamber within my Mind
Only there is no hope for Release,No Reprieve
There Is only Me.

..In My Mind..

Thoughts plague my mind
Keepin the mercy of sleep from my reach.
I feel torn into pieces by the thoughts running through my head
As if their very presence causes me pain
And in truth they do.
I am unable to function,unable to even breath...
The feelin of Hysteria lies close to the surface
My very skin feels stretched and taut by the thoughts in my head
As if its all that lies between them and release..
My hair lies heavy on my scalp
And the urge to tear it off teases me painfully
This is torture
I am being tortured by my own mind
And all that it conceives...
I am a prisoner In my Body,In my Head,In my very Soul..

Dead Dog

I would tell you to Roll over and Die
But you'd probably act like the Dog you are and simply play dead!!

Without Definition

The Colour of my Skin or Eyes
The Shape of my Thighs
and the Texture of my Hair..
None of this defines me
I am Still Me-be it Bald,Blind or Bare!!

~My Play~

You may feel like my story is for you
But in reality your role is rather small

The script,cast and credits
Are all echoes of my soul....
You did not write this story

Nor inspire it at all

And Your presence in my play

Is completely in my control

You may sprout your own lines

and walk your own way
But  your cue's stem from me
You're just a player in my play
So take care,or you may very well miss its end
This is My play,My story

and Scripted as i say
Players are just the extras

the only Permanent role,I play!

Brand New Day

I'm not gonna think about yesterday
Or worry about tomorrow
Not gonna reminisce
Or mourn for what's lost
Today is my life's beginning.
The story unfolds
And the journey begins
And all that's come and gone
Is no more...
Today I finally close the door.
Tomorrow has yet to come
And for that I am grateful
As Today is where I am
And Patiently I await the future.
No more worries,no longer afraid.
Thinking and Mourning no more...
Joy truly comes in the morning...
And the sun has risen in me.
This is my brand new day
I, Am the brand new day
Today..