Gone.

Wake up, run from your dreams.
The hell you're living turns into the
biggest things.

You're fading when you step into light,
you're scared and you're afraid at night,
you can't decide if this is you,
you don't know where to go,
or what to do.

You've talked to them a million times,
you've scared them all away.
You thought about a million rhymes,
you've written them down,
page by page.

The stars hide when you look out the door,
Blood turns to pools when you fall to the floor,
your soul is fragile, your heart is torn,
what in the world could you want more.

Expressions have no feeling now,
emotion has gone to waste.
Blood seems like a strand of hair,
a song that flows day by day.

Seventy cuts, forty scars,
a million tears,
you've gotten far.
To make it clear,
you're no where near..
Depression and fear..

The pain is rushing so fast you can't breath,
everything in your life is gone,
everything you've dreamed for everything you've ever achieved.
They're laughing at you as you cry,
it's funny to see the looks in their eyes.

When they see blood they run and scream,
but they don't understand,
it's you that they see.
You see a monster,
nothing but a reflection of what has become of you.
They see something different,
they see something new.

They don't realize what's going on,
they don't care, it's not their life.
True friends are there for you,
they've got your back,
but what happens when you can trust no one,
and senses is something you lack.

Your eyes are silver, dull with tears,
you're in the darkness surrounded by all of your fears.
A sudden rush, and sudden stab,
you jerk, you pull, you jab and jab,
but nothing happens, the melody flows,
the blood is rushing down to your toes,
you're lost and all of your soul is gone,
your eyes roll back to the whites,
the shadows thrust out the door,
the children are screaming and crying,
people around you do nothing but stare,
your gone. Your gone. Your gone..

Police can't figure out what happened,
the ambulance takes you away,
you wake up and you're back in the hospital one day,
you felt it. You were gone.
For once the shadows fled,
the people began to cry..
Tears fill your eyes.

You are wanted.. You are needed.
You aren't hated, you're loved.
You need to wake up and realize everything from above.

The rain is falling, slowly down,
you watch it as it hits the ground,
the people are there to ask you questions again,
but you ignore, and don't answer them.

You are wanted..
You are alive..
Tears for once, have come back to your eyes.

This happened to me,
I write because I realized that too..
I don't want this to happen to any of you.
Poems don't have to rhyme,
it's the flow that comes from inside.

This is true, it's happened to me,
I don't know about you,
I'm hoping that you don't go that far,
but if you do you'll wake up and realize you are wanted.

You are wanted by someone in this world,
someone who shares the same glance under the same stars,
awaiting you, looking down on you,
hoping that you'll see it to.
Don't be afraid to speak your mind.
Let it out, it comes from inside.

For once... I was gone.