Feeling like a vampire,
A creature of the night.
Hiding from your insignificant life.
The consciousness of being cast away
The impression that you are forgotten.

Telling yourself you're okay
When you are the farthest from okay.
The memories of misery and hate,
Trap you inside yourself.
Your demons, will you ever defeat them?

Wearing too tight pants or dieing your hair black
May camouflage your pain but does not change
The bitterness of emptiness that you loath,
Wanting to change.

Wanting to fit in
Knowing you never will.
Inflicting pain,
To feel something real.
You are incomplete
The silence eating your insides.
Tired of walking these dark streets alone.
Knowing these cursed secrets are,
Yours alone.

Your reflection in the mirror scares you.
The venom seeps out of you,
The nothingness that you have become.
Wanting to lash out,
To break the mirror is never enough.

Needing to erase yourself from existing
Tired of being locked in hatred
Dying to die.
Disenchanted is all you will ever be.

The way they look at you,
Shows you that you are unwanted.
You'll never carry on
You'll never see the sun again or,
The moon reflected off the water.
The blood taste so forbidden.
Your life is now The End.

Screaming, Laughing , Crying, Yelling
Are the distant sounds carrying on
Around you,
While you stand still in the middle of commotion

Kids, parents, and familiar faces pass by
Seeing no smile on your face or laughter in your eyes
Meantime your getting pushed back and forth in the crowd

It feels like your standing alone
Powerless over your own emotions
The urge to feel anything at all but instead feeling nothing
The need to feel alive is overwhelming

Friends walking ahead not aware that you've stopped.
In your twisted mind showing you that you were solitary
All along

The sadness of being abandoned
The heart fills up with
Emptiness
It does not surprise you
Instead the feeling is calming and welcomed
You do not feel lost like the
Could you even reach me if you tried
These feelings are out of control

In the middle of others fun you drop everything and
sit on the dirt covered ground.
Preparing yourself for the blow.
The painful blow did not come,
Knowing bleak moments of hope
Realizing that it is not going to get better
Playing heads or tails, with life
Fearlessly I, begin my demise

I don't belong here
I'm just the same as you…