Your Worst Nitemare

You dream of this at night.

Wake up drenched in sweat.

Terrorized.

This is Your Worst Nitemare.

It creeps into your room.

Sneaks into your head and sucks out all your other dreams.

It leaves nothing but fear.

Nothing but Your Worst Nitemare.

You feel hunted and haunted.

Chased and tracked down.

Afraid to go to sleep again.

Wanted by Your Worst Nitemare.

It hides in the daytime.

Lurking in the deep, dark recesses of your mind.

Waiting for you to fall asleep.

This is Your Worst Nitemare.

You're consumed by your fear.

Agonizing the return.

The reappearance.

Your Worst Nightmare.

It smells your fear.

Feeds off the blanket of terror that fills the room.

It waits for you to fall asleep.

The creature - Your Worst Nitemare.

Alone and Standing on the Edge of the Cliff

Fighting back the tears.
Staring out into the night sky.
Wondering why, how . . .
Wondering who Iam, what I stand for.

Running alone down the street.
Tripping over loose stones and crying.
Wondering how I got here.
Why do I do these things?

Sitting alone, in the dark, at the end of an alleyway.
Realizing I'm worth more than this, but not caring.
Wondering why I don't care, why should I care, how can I care.
Who am I really?

Fighting the pain.
The pain of being victimized, of being bullied.
Wondering how to survive.
Wondering whether to let it go on or whether to stop being a victim.

Now she's sitting alone on the edge of a cliff.
She's listening to Linkin Park's "Bleed It Out."
Wondering whether to go on.
Wondering if it would be worth it to live, to survive.

She's standing on the edge, face to the wind.
The music is pounding. Her head is aching. Her heart is breaking.
Wondering whether to die.
Wondering whether to end it all, to commit suicide - to jump.

Falling . . . Screaming . . . Music pounding . . . She dies.
Sirens . . . Crying . . . Funeral . . . Burial . . . She's gone FOREVER.

Downward Spiral

He don't like cops.

They shot his brother.

They wrecked his family.

He loved his brother.

His brother was seventeen.

In the wrong place

At the wrong time.

He dresses like a gangster.

He's always on the street.

Always listening to rap.

Skateboarding.

BMXing.

Always in trouble.

Not because he looks for it.

Trouble finds him.

Expelled from school.

Can't get a job.

He hangs by himself.

A loner.

Bullied.

Fights for his right to live.

To survive.

In his room

He plays video games

All night long.

All day long

Music blares.

It's his shield.

His escape.

He goes no where

Without his music.

On weekends

He gets stoned.

His parents worry.

They don't want him

To follow his brother.

He thinks they don't care.

They don't talk to him.

He's hardly ever home.

He finds a friend.

Somebody to talk to.

Somebody who cares.

Somebody who enjoys what he does.

Two years later his friend is dead.

The cops shot him.

Wrong place.

Wrong time.

He survives.

Scarred for life.

Emotionally.

Physically.

He vows revenge.

The cops die.

He joins a gang,

Gets kicked out of his home.

His life becomes a vicious circle

Of drugs and violence.

All Alone, On Her Own

She lives.
Everyday she tries
To survive
On her own.

She believes.
She is being fed bullshit.
Everytime she talks
To them.

She cannot go back.
If she goes back,
Life will be worse
For everyone in her life.

She feels
She is better off
On her own.
All alone.

She tries
To be true
To herself
To do what is good for her.

She looks forward to the future.
She hopes that life will get better.
All she has to do
Is survive the next few years.

She dreams.
She tries to follow her heart.
She dares to live her dreams.
And accomplish her goals.

Freaks and Losers

She's a freak.

He's a loser.

They are loners.

The minority.

She's black.

He's white.

She's Asian.

He's Native.

Immigrants.

Taking over.

Punk rockers.

Goths.

Hippies.

Parties on the street.

Let's rock all around the town.

Weird hairdos.

Weird looks.

From others.

They don't understand.

They think we're supposed to be clones.

All the same.

All good.

We are the outkasts.

The Rebels.

The minority.

Let us be.

We are free.

Anarchy.

We rule you.

They reject us.

They hate us.

They disrespect us.

We are the minority.

They believe.

Drugs make us.

Alcohol creates us.

Sex dominates us.

Some are druggies.

Some are alcoholics.

Some are whores.

We are what we chose to be.

Most are good people.

Freaks and losers.

We are not.

They are the majority.

The majority is generally wrong.

They are racist.

They are sexist.

They are bullies.

Unaccepting.

Psychotic freaks.

We are fun-loving.

We are accepting.

We believe in each other.

We care.

Hope

She sits
By the phone
Waiting
For him
To call.

She cries
At night
When he doesn't
Call.

She writes
Letters
To him
Hoping
He'll write
Back.

Late

It's late.
She's singing.
Waiting
For him.

He's late.
She's crying.
Waiting
For him.

She's late.
He's dying.
Waiting
For her.

It's Over

Today she screamed

It's over.

I never want to see you

Again.

I hate you.

I wish you would go away

And Die.

You never loved me

Like I loved you.

You took me for granted

Too many times

So

Leave me alone

Forever.

I gave you

Too many

Second chances.

You've used them all

And abused

My feelings.

I cared

About you.

Now I realize

What a fool

I have been.

Letting you

Walk all over me.

Letting you

Determine who I am

Who I will be.

Don't ever

Call.

Don't ever

Come

To see me.

Don't write

To me.

Don't tell me that

You love me.

You don't

Really care

At all

About me.

I want to

Forget

You.

I want to

Forget

I ever knew

You.

I want to

Erase

My biggest mistake -

Knowing you.

Asshole.

Out of Time

One day she runs,
She runs from the past,
The present, the future.
She can't face what she's become.

Some day she'll stop,
Stop running from her past,
Her present, her future.
She will face what she's become.

Today she hates,
She hates her past,
Her present, her future.
She hates what she's become.

Tomorrow she dies.
She will have a past,
No present, no future.
She won't face what she's become.

Yesterday she lived,
She lived in the past,
The present, the future.
She didn't face what she's become.

Last month she loved,
She loved her past,
Her present, her future.
She faced what she's become.

Next year she'll live,
Again in the past,
The present, the future.
She'll never face what she's become.