Written for a very special boy, the boy who never cried help.

The boy who never cried help.
His cries painting a picture in my mind,
trembling at his facial expressions, hoping he has learnt his lesson.
His face so blank, but masked behind was emotions he could not hide.
I was so blind to find, a boy who never cried.
A role model to us all, who stood tall and proud.
My hero, my saviour, he was my voice in this hurt crowd.
A master of disguise, never could find emotion in those eyes.
Fighting off the tears, keeping that smile from ear to ear.
Looking up, never looking back.
He held my heart, love he did not lack.
He's my one in a million, my brother, my bestfriend.
He'll be in my heart, forever, until the end.

destruction of a heartless body.

you dont need to ask, if you can tear my heart in two.
'coz im living in the light, with or without you.
finally worked up the strength to get back on my feet.
after pulling me down because of the conditions i didnt meet.
i held on for so long, wishing i had been so wrong.
about the lies you told and your paranoid soul.
you had me wrapped around your finger, wasnt that the way it was supposed to be?
living in your world full of control, but oh no, now you cant control me.

tall and proud i wont back down, no turning back, ill move on without a sound.
listen to those voices, in my head.
right from wrong, i knew the answers all along.

in a world made with love, theres too much hate.
deception and regrets, we burden our hearts with so much weight.
so save your breath, go run and hide.
no-more chances or risks, im never again standing by your side.

A Shadow.

Tears fall, heart races, body shakes, mind embraces.
Breakdown, lose myself, take control, fail fall.

no meaning in life, no reason to care,
holding onto hope, when faith isnt there.
Believing in something, taking chances, all for nothing, nothing to me.

Stand my ground, stand tall and proud.
But you pull me down, twist my heart around.
Pull its strings and play its keys, destroy its purpose and all it believed.

Pulling notes from my throat, suffocating words that leave my feelings afloat.
I picture perfect figures, all dressed up in bones, the one that suffered more than this, suffered all alone.


Ripped the strength from my hands, and stole my voice from inside.
Tought me to hide, and to be left behind.
What was i worth? nothing but a name.
All in shame, scarring deadly words 'you were to blame'.

Ill hide my insides and blame this figure.
Dressed to mask the damage, nothing to say, nothing to complain.

The pieces of my heart have been pulled apart one by one, slowly fading, nowhere left to run.
Sitting silently, my time has come.