You see the lies in my heart,
How over time it turned black,
But I am forever hiding,
Behind a crying barrier.

I'm not breathing,
Don't you see?
I have broken,
This crying barrier.

You see I'm dead in my heart,
So far gone to be brought back,
Still I have to hide,
Behind a crying barrier.

I'm not breathing,
Don't you see?
I have broken,
This crying barrier.

You see pain hidden in my heart,
Like a knife wound so deep,
I have to live,
Behind a crying barrier.

I'm not breathing,
Don't you see?
I have broken,
This crying barrier.

I'm not breathing,
Don't you see?
I have broken,
This crying barrier.

Rebecca Bateman

I feel out of place so many times
The only thing that soothe's me.....these rhymes
Time flies, comes back and sometimes stands still
Memories get me through but even that sometimes time can steal
The sadness, the not knowing, Why am I here?
The silence, the frustration........that is my fear
The world around me just does not seem real
But then again thats just me
Thats how I feel

Jose

When will it end
Will i ever stop crying
Tears come like a flood
that's never goin to dry up.
The rooms empty, all except for me.
Will i ever know why I fall asleep crying at night.
Just the feeling of being alone
makes me shudder.
A constant war goin on in my body,
everyday, every second.
When will it end.
Feelings take over my body
like i have no control.
First i'm happy, then I'm sad,
then all of a sudden i'm crying.
It's pretty sad that the parents you live with,
talk about you behind your back.
For me it feels like when you lie down on those rafts in the water
and you drift away. But for me, i don't come back.
I just keep drifting into space.
I don't mean to sound desperate,
but will someone please tell me
when my tears will dry.
When will it end

Tamra Hammack

Attached to her silhouette near me
to every moment of her tenderness
vaguely
I came back to the distant childhood
Attached to the footprints in spring
to the Japanese song she taught me
vaguely
I was influenced by her happiness
Attached to the little garden at dusk
to the first time she told me her story
vaguely
I was impressed by the beauty of her maturity
Attached to the rainy night
to the moment she came to say goodbye to me
vaguely
I tasted the sadness of separation

Min Min

During your long journey of life
sooner or later you will meet a road that diverges
whatever direction you choose
there is always another opposite one that makes you regret in your heart
The road not taken is always there exposing a vague sadness, a dim sort of dusk

Min Min