Where do I start in this darken room?
How do we cope from this world?
Why did what could have been our lil angel disappear befor we got the chance?
The chance to see, hold and love?
We knew this could have happened, all this has sadden my heart.
I lost what I could have held.
We lost what could have been family.
What could have been our lil prince or lil angel.
We feel ready.
Are we?
With no jobs or no place on our own.
Nothing for a lil angel.
Our love will carry this pain away soon enough.
Would it actually work?
Or will it sadden our hearts forever?
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
In my world,
its dark and gray.
No color, No life...
Its all about everybody but me.
No body cares..
so I end up cutting just one more time.
just hoping that I wont awake.
once again,
I start to pop some pills here.
I feel dizzy, light headed.
I feel so dazed.
so many times I have done this,
hoping I wont awake.
this world of mine,
just wont let me die.
why am I still here?
so I start to over dose.
the next day I feel pain.
so I cut just my last time.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
I'm used to this feeling,
the loneliness.
Asking me why, I'm lonely.
he's not here to hold me,
in this lonely place.
When this feeling comes,
The razor comes out.
my wrists bleed.
I end up crying,
hoping I won't awake,
from this, my dream.
Dying in the inside.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
sitting here all alone...
No one to hold me tight.
As the frowning comes,
the tears appear...
the razor comes out...
I notice, its clean
no blood, no skin, nothing
my wrist is scar free
my body, soul, and mind aches
not for sure what's going on...
I pull my sleeves up.
put the razor on my skin,
waiting for someone to care.
I pull the razor up,
watching the blood poor.
feeling slightly light headed,
I close my eyes.
never opening them again.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
The love we have
Is so strong.
Our Love Is possible
To have
The way we are together
the way I miss you,
When we are not together.
The butterflies I get,
When we kiss.
The moment I get to live
With you.
Will be amazing.
Waking up next you every morning.
I can't wait til' you ask me,
To marry you.
I can't wait to start my life
With you.
I really do love you
With all my heart.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
I think I am ready
To give it up to you.
I promise you I'll always
Love you.
I'm not for sure if it will
be painful.
I've been told it feels amazing
To give it up, when your ready.
Well, baby, I hope you know,
I've never done anything
Like this.
Nothing at all.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
I hate how, she my bestfriend,
Is your ex....
Yes, I am jealous
Of her.
She's too pretty
She's too perfect
Unlike me..
I'm not pretty
I'm not perfect
Like she is.
Why are you with me,
If she is perfect?
Choose her.
Ruin our relationship
For one that is perfect.
Why choose me,
If you get to her,
When you want.
Why choose me.
If I only get to see
Every once in a while?
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
What has me?
Jealousy
Jealousy ruins
Everything.
I am jealousy you bestfriend,
Your ex.
How can I learn how to cope?
I cope by telling you.
How do you respond?
Your jealous of Erica?
It didn't help me one bit.
In fact it made it all worse.
Why?
Trying to cope now.
No help by you.
The one I love.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Where did the old me go?
The one who didn't cry every night?
The one who never disappointed anyone.
The one who loved everything.
The one who always had a smile?
Everything morning when I open my eyes,
I worry about what's going on?
How am I going to smile,
With the pain I have.
When I look in the mirror.
I see pain.
When I look at my wrist,
I see scares.
No one really see 's my pain.
On one ask where my scares came from.
No one cares.
I'm standing knee deep in pain.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
I see all these girls,
They are all really pretty.
They have friends, they are taken.
Then, you see girls like me.
These girls you see,
Are outcast.
They don't have anyone.
They feel oh so alone.
Why doesn't anyone care?
Why are these girls oh so alone?
How can someone hide pain, like her?
She is used to holding things in.
She is used to crying everyday.
She is used to being alone.
She is used to cutting.
Why is today any different?
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
