Melancholy's bitter touch took her breath away
and injected her windy harmony inside Depression's corpse,
Her rose bud lips paled into Autumn's dying flower,
a morose dissipation of colouring of which once lived in her lips.
Scarlet cheeks evaporated into Ivory chalk.
as its powder sprayed on her frail countenance,
Her eyes though
which once painted the delusion of happiness gave up too soon
and succumbed to Despondency's cruel embrace
excluding the small threads of faint, grey light
which may have been the possibility
of a better life.

I love autumn.
Why?
*Because it shows that dying can be beautiful.

You're so greedy
They said
Pick a side
They said
You're such a ****
They said
Their words like knives
My blood spilling freely like insults from their mouths
I can't choose
I'll never choose
To choose would be to lose half of myself
All I want is to love freely
How can you hate my for that?
How can you cut me with your words and expect me to heal?
Nothing is wrong with me
Nothing is wrong with me except the deep cuts your words leave on my heart
I can't stop the bleeding;
The only way to stop it is to choose a side, but that would leave an even deeper scar
But
those knives were not aimed for me
No
they were aimed for the word above my head
What I call myself
My own label
Bisexual
I'm just the person below the word
My body taking the hits
Bruised and bleeding tears of frustration and sadness
The knives will not stop
Make them stop
Before my blood runs drier than the sand in the hourglass that is the only one that knows how much longer I can take the pain
Make them stop,
before it's too late

I hate this girl in my head.
She's gone right now,
But she will be back.

She says she loves me,
And wants the best for me.
Though all she does is lie.

She makes me eat less each day.
I'm losing weight slowly,
But surely.

She shows me the perfect me one day.
And even the perfect man.
This girl even says I might have a chance,
With the ones I want.

I argue with her,
And think I will win.
But everyday,
It's always the opposite.

How she wins is by saying,
"Nobody will love you if you don't listen to us. To me."
And shows me a terrible future.

She tells me terrible things,
Even her perfect friends.
Boy, do I hate them all.

But still I listen and obey,
Because I'm afraid of myself.
And for what I may do to me today.