Empty Soul

There I am. I'm wrong I know.
I can't recall my death.
The day my soul crept away.
And shallowed once full breath.
Now my eyes are dull.
No longer shiny bright.
I don't want to love myself.
And I dont want to fight.
I'm sick of dealing, sick of trying
Sick of pushing back.
I just want to slip away.
Into this endless crack.
I don't want to die or leave .
But, alas, there is no choice.
For even if I'd the will to speak.
I wouldn't have a voice.
There is no accepting what I've been given.
For what was good, is bad.
I've lost all things that I hold dear.
My only memories are so sad.
Tears mean nothing, not any more.
At least they dont for me.
Why can't you love me for myself.
Why can't you people see?
You aren't perfect, and I'm the same.
Don't expect a flawless kid
And please don't hurt me, not the way.
That your own parents did.
Your mistakes are yours
My mistakes are mine.
You can't fix yourself through me.
And expect me to be fine.
So good-bye friends, good bye loves.
The few there really are.
It is too late to save me now.
I've drifted off to far...

Reality Screams into my ear

Reality screams into my ear, migraines to teach me a lesson.
You're a random vision that doesn't make sense to me.
Something keeps me holding on.
A simple conceot if you not being there.
Rain on my own damn parade darling.
Drown my happiness with my own loss.
I'm a fool for telling you that I love you.
I don't even mean it.
Something lies there and I cant make out what exactly it is quite yet.
A blurred image.
Already broken into pieces.
Staining my carpet like wine.
You're not the person I'm going to marry.
You're not the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.
You're an experiment; I'm manipulative.
And I hate myself for you...

Well Helloooooo there....

So yea this is my first bloggy thingy.

I think I have stage fright I've forgotten what I was guna say.... oh no wait I lie!

Anyone else watch the Brit awards? I now have to majorly add to my music collection love Tinie Tempah, Mumford and sons, Jessie J and just dribble DRIBBLE at Plan B

Yep I think that will do for my first bloggage... damn this means i may have to start writing poetry again :D horrah!

Caz x