Little BirdA sad, lonely birdcries in its cage.A bittersweet, haunting melody,from the depths of its soul.Its weakened body can't breakthe twisted, warped metal around it.It cries for help.It calls out.No one listens.If only I could give that bird strength.Help it to be strong and happy.I want to let that bird fly,break free of that cage,float high above the lies,forgetting its captor.
Ms. PerfectOh, Little Miss Perfect.No one's good enough for you.Is that sad?Princess Perfect,how does it feel to beaverage for once?Queen Perfect,are you lonely, aloneon the throne?Be careful, Your Majesty.Someone might justtip that throne,and you willfall.
Not YoursYou can do what you do.I can do what I do.Leave me the fuck alone.Stop invading my life.It's mine to live.Not yours.Bitch.
Sweet Death In The Cherry BlossomsCherry blossoms flit through the air likethe gentle pulse of blood dripping tothe ground. Or are these blossoms morelike tears, the trees weeping in themoonlight? Breath seeps from me,the clock ticking slowly to mydemise. The moon lays its gentleblanket on me as I close my eyesfor the last time.
Romantic vs. RealistIn the end,does it even matter?Just this one caseof many betrayals in my life,what makes it note worthy?It's because of him, isn't it?Let him go! You dont need him.You don't get it.He's the reason there IS a lifefor the betrayals to happen in.Without him, there is nothing left.Why do you let him pull you down?Let go! Live YOUR life!Being dependent on one personis the ultimate weakness.It doesn't matter. I've lived lifeas far as here. It matters nothow long I live after love, becauseI won't really be living.You CAN live! LIVE, DAMMIT!I can't make you see howstupidweakuselessyou are when you depend. Just trust me.I can't trust you! You would have let him die!You would leave him to rot....Think about his betrayals and tell meyou wouldn't do the same.I... I wou... ...dn't...
Master of GamesI recieve critical looksat best.The norm of my life is:"This is wrong.That is wrong.You are wrong.Fix it."Oh, I would,if it was actually wrong.But in reality,your stupiditymakes life a competition.Oh you petty fool!How does it feel,knowing who'sactuallysuperior?Always a game...But the master of games,tricks, lies, and micheiviousnesssits before you.Bow down to me,for I will showno mercyto the person who feelsI am a mistake.