Gothic-Dead-Doll

She doesn't laugh because she's happy. She doesn't play because it's fun. She doesn't eat because it taste's good. She doesn't listen to music to dance. She doesn't sleep to dream. She laugh's to fool them, hide her pain. She play's to fool them, hide the real game. She eats to fool them, hide what she's hungry for. She listen's to music to fool them, hide from the silence. She sleeps and prays that death will take her.

Forget the time you have right now, The world doesn't stop for you. Forget what you see in the picture of life, The colors will never go together. Forget what you think you know of feelings, It's a manipulation of the untamed mind. Forget everything you've ever known. This is a lie.

The room is dark, The candles lit, She lies on the floor thinking, "Is this it?" She takes a black candle, Pours the wax on her skin, She knows for a fact, It's growing within. It came around once, But she locked it away, For fear that it might, Consume her one day. It ruined her life, She can never go back, She looks at the wound, All swollen and black. She tries to stand up, Up off the blood stained floor, But her legs give out beneath her, She falls spilling candle wax once more. She lets the flame flicker, Studies the yellow and white, Lets out a small breath, Then the darkness defeats the light.

Can You Tell? The hoodie, the braclets, the bandages. Can You tell? The make-up the style, the silence? If you can't then come closer, pull up my sleeve a little higher, take off the heavy silver, rip off the nylon covers. If you can't then open your eyes. See mine? They're bloodshot. Watch my actions and listen to the words unspoken. Can You Play? It's your turn, make a move, now quick pass the blade. Can You Play? Will you take the pain? Who will win? Final round! If you can't that's too bad I was having such fun. If you can't that's just fine you're a beginner in this game. Can You See? The fear, the isolation, the doubt? Can

The end is something we all contemplate. Wondering, fearing, when's my due date? Will it be quick? Will it be slow? Who will find out? Will anyone know? Will anyone care that I lay underground? If I am murdered will I ever be found? Or will I leave with my own blood on my hands? When I have died before who will I stand? Maybe there's nothing that comes once I've left. I guess I'll find out when my life meets my death.

I want to have all eyes on me. To be the only thing they can see. I want to be called interesting, If I could have one single thing. I want heads to turn when I walk the hall, For people to back up against the wall. I'll watch them wave and call my name, I'll never again be thought of as lame. I want a friend's list that runs past my arm, I'll let boy's bask in the light of my charm. The girl's will envy my looks, my smile, They'll get use to it after a while. One day I hope my wish will come true, One day I will be better than you. If I could have one single thing... I'd be the center of everything.