picture girl

All the people all around,
I try to speak but there is no sound.
I think like one of you, sophisticated, with something to feel,
but you look at me as if I cannot be real.

I'm here and I'm real, just stuck inside a frame,
I know you hear me, but you're confused of where the sound came.

I want to be part of it all, but I'm lost somewhere in between.
 How do I get out of here and truly be seen?
Stop just staring at me! I have a million things to say!
But I can only smile until you turn away.

That's right, look at me closer, I'm in here its true.
Don't walk away, I know you have a clue!
You heard my shouting you can't deny it now! No!
You're not crazy you just don't know how!

I'm here and I'm real, just stuck inside a frame,
I know you hear me, but you're confused of where the sound came.

Please don't move on, there's something here for you.
If only you'd look closer you'd know that its true.
I'm really in here but all I can do is plead,
hopefully you can lift my curse and I can be freed.

Just take me with you and try to see who I am!
One day ill show you, if only I can.
Invest some time in me and ill make it worth your while;
just let me out so I can really smile.

Please don't ignore me anymore, I'm alive, I have a name;
I'm here and I'm real, just stuck inside a frame.

Are you born alive?

I want to feel; not even to feel as much as survive.
Feelings have no meaning; numbness would feel alive.
I don't know if I'm past the point of no return, or even if I have ever had the chance to learn.
Is living a learned feeling, or are you born alive?
If you should be born alive, is there a way to continue un-living and still survive??

Wanted

Wanted: my life, my soul, my heart, a goal.
I am searching for a dream, something to make me feel alive.
I lost myself in emptiness and woke up striving to thrive.
I can't explain the pain I feel, or the hole I have inside,
There is no way to tell the depth but know that I cannot hide.

incomplete......

Loneliness

LONELINESS

Daylight comes too soon
I need the comfort of a dark sky, with no moon.
At least the blackness shares how I feel
and all of my emotions can come out and be real.
No need to smile or put on a show,
no one to lie to so they can pretend that they know.
Even in the day hours, the sky is Grey,
it reminds me of things I feel and can't say.
I want to hide in a corner and pretend I don't exist,
but life goes on as a reminder that I wouldn't be missed.
All alone in my bed I lay,
waiting for loneliness to take me away.