Your'e all i ever think about
But yet wewe let me go
I gave wewe my heart
And wewe didn't say no
Your upendo seemed true to me
But oh.. was i wrong

Your upendo faded
As well as your voice
I was alone
and i had no choice

Time passed
We talked again
wewe gave me a lousy excuse
I took wewe back
But there was no use

wewe hurt my moyo again
Tore it out of my chest
I can't stand the pain
It won't let me rest

There is a blade in my heart
It went all the way through
It reminds me of my love
The upendo i shouldn't still have for you

Now I'm curious 'cos I wanna know,
why does some people not wanna be an emo?
We always get called 'emo' and it makes us content,
we actually take it as a compliment.

'Cos we emos are cool in our own way,
we upendo being emo night and day.
We listen to songs with actual meaning,
and we don't like Mariah Carey au do cleaning.

We ignore strangers who tend to stare,
'cos they're stupid and we don't care.
We don't pretend to be something we're not,
we're sooo cool and totally hot.

If we're angry then we cuss,
we swear at people who dis us.
One last thing that we're missing,
we are very good at kissing!

I wanna run but I cannot chase the sun I'm hiding from the light because it is so bright I don't wanna fight because i'm filled with fright look there is the spirites they come only in the night wewe wouldn't find me in the siku of light morning when I'm out of your sight trying to escape the night the stars are so bright wewe call to me and I'm full of fright I carefully look to the sky but then I look all around and see nobody is to be found I run from the sun I run from wewe wewe are not who i had thought I knew I can't I can't be blue as long as I'm far away from wewe Is this true what wewe are feeling that you're no longer peeling far far away where wewe can't find me it is my time to fly and now I will say GOODBYE.

Tell me why I've been lied to
Tell me why there are secrets hidden from me
kwa my sister

Explain to me why she choose this
Explain to me why I hurt so much
Explain to me why I don't care any more
About my life

Answer me why I want to cry
Answer me why I want to die
Answer me why I want her to just
Leave already
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I've been hurt kwa a sister. She has lied openly to my face, hidden secrets from me when she promised me she wouldn't, and threw me out like I was trash. I'm wrong for being hurt, au am I just an idiot?

Go to sleep and close your eyes

And dream of broken butterflies

That tore their wings against a thorn

wewe know the pain that which they’ve born

Silver metal shine so bright

Scarlet blood that feels so right

Dream of that blood trickling down

And wake up just before wewe drown

The moonlight shining off your tears

As wewe bleed out your worst fears

So tonight when wewe start to cry

Whisper the cutters lullaby:

Hushabye baby, your almost dead

wewe don’t have a pulse and your pillows red

Your family hates you, and your Marafiki let wewe bleed

Sleep tight with a knife, cause thats all wewe need

Rockabye baby, broken and scarred

wewe didn’t know life would be this hard

Time to end the pain wewe hid so well

And down wewe go baby

Straight back to hell

hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
frozen my very soul.

my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.

the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my moyo is numb.

and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my moyo can not ache,
nor can it brake.

the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?

why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?

so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope wewe understand...

I draw a pretty picture A picture on my wrist The picture keeps getting bigger Every time my feelings are dismissed wewe think the words don’t hurt me That the actions don’t cause me pain wewe think that if I smile I must be happy again I’m not going to blame it on wewe Because I know that its my choice But it only ever happens when wewe raise your voice I hear the screams and shouts And I reach out for the blade I do it without thinking Then I look at the mess I’ve made It looks ugly and it stings But it takes away the pain And the hurt Of all the other things I know you’ll tell me its wrong If wewe ever find out That’s why I keep my arms covered I don’t want wewe to scream and shout I keep my arms covered so no one else can see The scratches ive made on my arms There something that’s private to me.

Life is often like a fire, it dies out, and it does not last forever,
while some people hide behind smiles and joy, others embrace the fear, the fear that everyone drowns in, for fear is the one thing we can be sheltered by.
So as I alisema before, life is like a fire, it burns out, because it will not last, just like everything else in this world, the only remains left behind are the burning ashes.
Its hard to say whether au but change will come to our lives on this earth, but if it does, it surly will not be in this lifetime.

Restless
© Gina
I wake up everyday,
mainly to my dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
I never had the strength to tell a friend,
how do wewe open up,
when your whole life wewe kept it shut up,
how do wewe get the pain to subside,
when all wewe want to do is curl up and hide,
this whole thing is my fault,
I couldn't tell my mother I was his default,
even when I escaped the crime,
I knew I would never regain the time.



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