• My Juliet is out there dying,
    lost and without a voice.
    And here I'm standing crying,
    with her heart and with a choice.

    Who shall I deem worthy,
    to take my beloved's place?
    Her heart so fueled with fury,
    because of you will be erased.

    I wish that I could go back,
    and stop myself from saying those words.
    For now I'm chained to her torment,
    I'm shackled to her curse.

    My raging ember,
    can you hear me?
    Do you remember,
    or do you fear me?

    Stop running away from me.
    I promise I won't leave you.
    Unfortunate, I'm so lonely.
    I'm sorry I ever freed you.

    My fragile fire,
    listen to me.
    I'm so tired,
    of being lonely.

    But should I put you out,
    and move on with my life?
    Or should I let you grow,
    and consume me in your strife.

    I am so confused,
    with all these thoughts resurfacing.
    But I'll always refuse,
    to let these thoughts overtake me.

    How dare you take my place,
    and make her weaker than I?
    How dare you take away,
    my feelings, my love, my pride?

    I hate you all so much,
    but haven't got the energy,
    to recieve the rush,
    the anger used to give to me.

    I thought I was unique.
    I thought you people loved me,
    but then, so swift, so suddenly,
    you had so quick replaced me.

    My eyes just want to close on you,
    and drag you all down with me,
    but my mind is saving you.
    My mind, it is crippling me.

    I fell in love with all of you,
    the way I thought you did me.
    But whatever. I just don't care.
    It won't bother me any.

    I am so tired,
    all of a sudden.
    I just want to lay down.
    Someone stop me,
    before I do,
    and wear my undeserved crown.

    Somebody end it, I'm asking for help,
    somebody come take me away.
    I don't deserve all these eyes on me,
    not when the look they give's fake.

    I must be worthless, is all I can think,
    if someone so average is me.
    No one will miss me, if I am erased,
    people would cheer, probably.

    And this place that I once so well had fit in,
    is just another thought that's tearing within.
    A constant reminder that I don't belong,
    with all of these people that think I am wrong.

    I have no talent, I'm merely a servant,
    to all of these excellent overachievers.
    Whose mere success makes me want to die,
    I want to watch myself bleed, cry and writhe.

    I finally thought I had found my place,
    when all of a sudden, my blood had to race.
    And then I just blew it and ruined my life,
    so now all I deserve is death by the knife.

    My past is being eaten,
    by the darkness so threatening.
    Stop taking my thoughts!
    Stop taking my memories.

    It wasn't a mistake,
    it was a sign of failure.
    God thinks I'm a fake,
    towards my faith and my savior.

    When did I turn into such a waste?
    I can't believe this is true.
    I'm back in this slump, this horrible space
    that won't ever end without you.

    Somebody grab my hand.
    Somebody let me hold you.
    Somebody really mean those three words.
    I'm suddenly so lonely.
    I'm suddenly so desperate,
    for anybody, you, or her.

    These words just won't stop,
    or give me peace of mind.
    Black is all at the top,
    but in you, I see colors of all kind.

    Why the Hell should you be happy,
    when I am sitting here dying?
    Why the ******** should I leave you two be,
    when I want to see you two crying?

    Bleed for him, cry for him,
    the way you should have done me.
    Why not? You'll do everything else for him,
    why won't you just cut it and bleed?

    Let it bleed, just close your eyes,
    and let the pain leave with it.
    Or let it be, just live and let die,
    and give all you have to him.

    If you really love him, you'll do this for me,
    you'll cut it and watch the pain boil.
    If you ever loved me, you'll let the blood bleed,
    and just shut your mouth in your toils.

    You say the words, but you lie to him,
    the same way you all do to me.
    I hate you, and I hate all your happiness,
    until I grow up and hate everybody.

    Oh my God, it's coming back.
    Just make the hate stop.
    It's mixing itself in with my depression,
    and making me hate the top.

    I was right to worry, I was right to cry.
    The hate is coming back.
    Except now I want to watch all of you die,
    and bury you together in black.