untouchable

I thought I was untouchable or I hoped I so hoped
I said I wasn't gonna let you hurt me again I was so wrong
You got so close only to tear me down
Look at me now the girl so cold and blocking everyone out
Never showing a fear or a tear now sitting letting tears stream down
Her face scared why did I let you move so close
Going back to her old ways she walks alone and cold not letting anyone get near her
Writing poems songs drawing anything to get you out
She walks alone and scared you hurt her so
You killed the tender, sweet, loving girl inside you killed her
She walks thinking of everything you did you hurt her so
Scared to say a word she bites her tongue feeling the blood fill her mouth

I have to
As these tears flow
I can see only the knife and the window
It hurts me and I can't stand it anymore I just wanna end it
All I wanna do is die
I never did anything to deserve this but here it is
I have to try to stay alive but I can't I need to die that is what my heart says
I have to live but I can't mess up anyone elses life I have to die I have to end it
I have to die
I have to end it all


So deep
Crimson tears wound so deep
Her eyes so red the pain surely shows
Her fear is there and her life is lost
Her memory is unkown
know no one remembers her
Or her death
A lost love it hurt her so
He broke her heart
So she killed herself
A simple cut turned into a hobby
A simple break up turned into a murder

murdeerer-a naruto poem

Did you ever stop to think about the minds of the murderers?

They guilt that they experience when they were life plunderers?

How they must feel all the time, all alone

Wasting away becoming just skin and bone?

They have done a great deed from which isn't forgiven

Die at the chair or shamed at it for liven'?

Hated by all, rejected as well

Their death dates come soon like a toll of a bell

The pain that they feel inside as everyone jeers

As they hand from the gallows as everyone cheers

The tears that they spill from the pain that they're given

The madness inside of them has them driven

Have they ever said to you to just kill them now?

You beat them and at your feet they plead and bow

The remorse they feel is like none other

They cry for the forgiveness of their mother

We hate them, despise them, and treat them as dirt

With all the torture it makes them alert

Of suicide and leaving this cold world

And leaving their penance in which they've been hurled

They've killed before, why not again?

Strangle themselves so you will not win

They're dead inside and seem not to care

And you frown and growl, yell and glare

You want them to die, to pay the price

You control their life, like rolling the dice

They seem to sit and wait for their penance in vain

Feeling all the excruciating mental pain

The hate that they feel is just unreal

Their sentence isn't as bad as the guilt that they feel

They walk away, pained gaze focused down

As they head to prison sentenced by the town

Have you ever killed a man?

Got scared and ran?

Felt the guilt and pain?

While you were still sane?

Compassion to them is very rare

No one is ever dealt with fair

So go on and sentence this guilt ridden man

His pain will have ended, and yours has began

dead house-a naruto poem

Dark, deep, cold haunted places

Forgotten horrors, bony faces

Corpses n' blood, calling breezes

Mangled bones, choking wheezes

Creaking, crawling, howls and cries

Ghosts, skeletons, everything dies

Blood stains, burns, fabric torn

Every room looks forlorn

Gloomy and depressing this dark house stands

The broken wood, splinters reaching out like hands

It needs repairs and gleeful fixes

Furniture, flowers and colorful mixes

This house is not a house but a broken soul

Whose happy life has taken a terrible toll

No one there to help or reach out

Wandering lonely, out n' about

People pass on by without a care

No one helps or even stops to stare

This house will break down soon

Collapsing under the light of the moon

It crashes and crumbles

Creaks and rumbles

The soul is in pieces, cold and dead

This was what was always in dread

Too fragile, too weak, to stay upright

Others to afraid to shed their light

Memory of the fallen rack there minds

The remembrance of death really binds

Help was scarce and left alone

Now all that's left is skin and bone

So many souls break down and die

Because the others were way to shy

Fallen souls lay unmoving

Death and pain, lay proving

We cannot be alone to despair

And finally go beyond repair

A broken soul, a broken house

Whose cries were as loud as a mouse

No one to hear and no one to care

Now the guilty has pain to bear