It is a strangely intimate thing, to touch another person, for your skin to touch their skin, the warmth of blood flowing within two separate bodies to intertwine.

It is a strangely intimate thing, to touch you, for my thin fingers to catch on the callouses of your palms, to trace the scars on your knuckles, for the cold of my hands to mingle with the warmth seeping from the veins in your wrist.

It is a strangely intimate thing, to want you, for your hands to burrow themselves into my cerebrum, for the air in my shallow lungs to flow in unison with the cadence of your voice.

It's simple, simple simplicity
You can't regurgitate
What you don't eat.

She used to be happy
An innocent angel once
Always been deceived

Sick of being miserable
Poison spread in her heart
She screamed for help
Did anyone care?

Surrounded by cruel monsters
Dead compassion around
Betrayals and disappointments

"Why? tell me.. why does it have to be like this", she cried

Shame on herself
Run.. run, run far away
Storms and hurricanes along the way
Lightning and loud thunder
The girl was afraid.. lost

Scared, angry and weeping
Broken dreams and wishes
Drowning in the deep sea
Locked in a missing door
Where are they now?
Everything has faded
It will never be seen again

She finds herself nowhere
Misguided by pain
An odd path was seen
Light slowly vanishes
In the cold dark side..
A place she'd rather be
Curled in a ball, frustrated

"I'm worthless..", she said
Awfully accusing the mirror
Asking herself repeatedly

Black roses holding her
Torn that made her numb
Still she's hiding at ease
Needing to forget reality
Hopelessly still wondering
Lonely, frightened, tears falling

"I'm better off alone", she whispered

She closed her eyes.. sadly
Tired from all the suffering
There.. the girl sleeps peacefully..
Never want to see light again
Fooling her soul in dreams.. *eternally

We always said we didn’t know what we would do without each other
But we did know

We’d only known each other for two years

I wasn’t there when your parents split up and each remarried
or when you had to get stitches on your face
or watched your first scary movie

And you weren’t there when I smoked my first cigarette
or tried to **** myself when I was 13
or when I won that soccer game my freshman year

The last time we had *** we were in a rush
because we had school in 37 minutes
and so we made it sloppy and fast in your shower
and then we drove to school together with wet hair and we laughed

The last time we had *** I got pregnant

This wasn’t one of those scares where you’re two weeks late
so you buy a few cheap tests and it’s negative
so you stash the rest in the back of your drawer and forget about it

I got pregnant on the first day of June and I never told you

I miscarried on the last day of August
and you never even knew how close you came to being a father

We stopped talking and I couldn’t even tell you
how I was stunned into silence when I realized I was going to be a mother and then knew I had to keep it a secret

Knew I had to keep our dark haired future to myself

So here it is the end of February

I should have been having the baby this week or next
and you NEVER EVEN KNEW

I watch you say how much you love this little 15 year old girl
you’ve been dating for six months

I miscarried the day you started dating so tell me that was just a

coincidence

But don't you dare ever tell me you don't know what you'd do without me
Well, I guess you wouldn't anymore

Seeing as how you don't want me

His Father Was the Ambassador to Spain
But he never saw his Own Sons Pain
He came to a spiritual retreat.....
With his Darkness to defeat
His anxiety Cut like a Knife
With no Solace in his life
He prayed over scripture Daily
But the Battles he was Failing
On a Dark Saturday Night
With a Dull serrated Knife
He took his Life, he kept
Slicing till it was Done
The knife to dull to do it in One
In the Kitchen of the Annex he was found
Lieing Still cold and face down on the ground
They rushed him to North Charles Hospital
Though Doctors battled it was Fatal
I walked in the Annex Door.....
And found Ruth tears streaming
Kneeling as she mopped up the Floor
The flood of Blood Red
Was all that's left of the dead
I carried this memory for 45 years
And still today the memory brings me tears
With all the Ambassadors Rich Connections
Nothing can replace the Loss of a Son
As witness to this, I felt I must Pen
So one small soul isn't forgot in the end

their cruel words engraved on her skin,
forget about her, it's the evil within.
the evil that haunts her, that makes her afraid
of life and living, as she turns to the blade.
she makes the first incision, she makes the first cut
she feels the blood pour and keeps her eyes shut.
poor little girl, she's dead on the floor
she can't feel pain or anything no more.
she goes to a place so pretty and white
another girl was taken tonight.
we blame ourselves, we blame each other
we apologise one after another
we say say nice words, we say our respects
but why say it now? now that she's dead?
we could of said it before, before she bled.
but we were too blind, too blind to see
that someone is suffering, suffering in silence
living a life of self harm and violence
a life of hurt, a life of pain
but now that she's dead, we start to complain
how society treated her and that society's to blame
but we are products of society itself
we just ignored it and nobody helped
nobody cared, in fact no one knew
that a girl like this could never pull through
the demons they killed her, they made her like this
something that society would always dismiss.

This girl is drowning, she cannot escape,
From this wretched life filled with self-hate.
She cannot be saved, she just wants to go,
Leave without notice and not let anyone know.
The days go by, the hours get longer,
The demons inside are now getting stronger.
Pills, a blade, a suicide note.
The demons they killed her, it's ****** she wrote.