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My drawing of a fairy. Please let me know what you guys think about it. Maybe help me give her a title?

The freak is alone with no on to care she walks in the dark while others stare she is terrified, crying, and tired of being alone but everyone judges her So she walks by herself to her land of pain wondering what the point of her exsistence is Covered in a veil of shimmering black she stares at the moon through her bathroom window She looks in the mirror at her pale face Thick black hair and gleaming blue eye's staring at herself wonders if she'll ever be loved a single tear falls and hits the sink She runs out the door in tears to be alone again wishing someone would hold her and hear her cries....

Why am I queit? Bc Im sad I've been through mostly bad... I walk with my head down I wear a frown... I try hiding this side... No longer filled with pride... I'm starting to fade Into darkness Broken and heartless.. I'm just a fucking mess.. No one knows what's wrong I've been trough this for so long I try to talk about it But I lose it... My throat clenched... Tears filling my eyes I start to cry... I don't want it to show I dont want you to know.. The pain is just to strong I can no longer hold on.. Fake smiles or none at all... I feel so fucking small... I run from my fears And worry about the things near.. It's harder to focus for a while As I try to put on a smile.. I have no ones shoulder to cry on All my happiness is gone. I cry and start feeling sick It feels like in my heart there's a sharp stick.. How long will this go on? I can't stay strong. I'm way to weak I dont want to speak.. I look in the mirror The tears coming nearer.. My eyes all red The sadness I dread.. The tears stream down my face As I lose my place.. Why am I crying? I feel like dieing. What's wrong with me Happiness is what I can't see.. I used to be happy and energetic Now I'm just pathetic... I used to be crazy and wound But then I start falling to the ground.. Depression I found.. Now I'm dark Stuck here with no heart... Quiet and alone No one to pull me home.. I'm so much different you see This isn't the real me.. Calling me names Bc I'm mean You haven't seen... You don't know I'm depressed I'm just a big mess... I try not to show No one can know... But the pain is pouring out I want to scream and shout This isn't what I'm all about. The pain inside The tears I cry... As I slowly die... You'd still never know... Why this side of me starts to show. Distractions only last so long Soon I'll be gone... I hold it in a day And cry when people go away... Fine one minute Gone the next I'm an emotional wreck Nothing but a mess... Why do we love the people that cause us pain.. It drives me insane... I'll do whatever it takes To be the mistake You can't live without... You know my name Not my story You know what I've done Not what I've been through. Happiness straight from the bottle When real life's to hard to swallow. You left me here Like a chalkoutline On the sidewalk Waitin for the rain To wash away... Loving the ones I Miss That made me feel like shit The way you made me feel The pain never heals You go through my mind All the time I hope you come back But in my heart there's a big long crack.. Al these dreams washed away Happiness doesn't stay... Tears stream down my face Ive lost my place Lieing here in darkness Broken and heartless Alone and lost.. My chance is in the past Nothing good ever lasts... Walking with my head down Music is the only sound... I'm not in the mood I'm covered in wounds.. I don't want to talk just go away I'm really not okay.. You see the look in my eyes The tears I cry.. Ask me what's wrong You'd never understand I'm stuck Sinking in this sand... Someone give me a hand and help me move.. Happiness is what I lose.. Falling and hitting the floor I have nothing more... Words fall music speaks... I'm way to weak... Someone help me back on my feet.. Bit by bit things start to fall apart What once is my heart is crushed And this pain is sharp.. Sometimes I don't even know what's wrong I've been hiding it in all along. Cry for no reason Alone through the seasons... I need help But no one hears my yelp... These crazy thoughts go through my mind.. Happiness is something I can't find. Words unsaid That familiar pound In my head There's no light I'm filled with fright... All these thoughts day and might I've lost the fight Done holding on Everything is gone...

I wait for you To hear me cry To see me screaming To watch me die Maybe one day You'll understand But until then Its in my hands The tears are falling Like the rain Little confused Little insane Maybe one day You will see My tears are falling What you mean to me Each single breath I breathe for you Everything I think Everything I do

My mom used to, not call me a slut, retarded, a zit-faced bitch, a worthless brat not get into fights with me not treat me like a slave not hit me with a spatula in 3rd grade when I got some math questions wrong not try to take over my life get me food when I was sick not make me feel so bad that I cut not make me cry everyday not make me think suicidal thoughts not wish to go to sleep and not wake up not make me think of running away... forever not say that I'm so stupid that I probably won't move out when I'm 21 love me. But I'm not sure anymore. That's why I'm moving in with my best friend and when I'm 18, you probably will never see me again. Should I say sorry? No, my mom should. But she won't.

9 o'clock pm, night sky falls like rain, I take a deep breath, pull it all in, cuz the sun wont rise, on my dark lullaby, tears fall so hard, falls with the rain, you can hardly call it crying, when you're fighting this disease, this sickness of mind, try and push it up your sleeves, and you reach up to the sky to find, you're already gone, shadows dance on the wall, hope they don't find me, there is always a cost to being cured, now the illusion of time will chase me fast, cars fly by, with people inside, laughter and rhythm, drowns the night, their smiles wont fade, when the sign says dead end, and they've all got a secret, they tuck it into bed, conversation so plain, it burns into me, when all the things I want to say, are censored into bleeping, my screaming dissolves in artificial light, like writing buried in the ground, people walk all over, but nobody knows me, and the things I do for "Happy.." you can hardly call it crying, when you're fighting this disease, this sickness of mind, try to hide behind your sleeves, you can hardly call it dying, when you're counting to 203, holding your breath, trying to see, the color spectrum in your pillow, exploding into life.