The stars aren't they beautiful?
As they shine down on us and show us the way.
Like little eyes watching over us.

No matter how hard we fight do we ever REALLY recover from the habits that scared us in the past?

Are we ever really ok , even though we tell our selves everyday that we are better now?

To me it seems as if every time someone "recovers" something happens and they spiral even farther down then before.

So , recovery, does it ever truly 100% happen, or do we just try to make our selves blind to what is still there even after all of our hard work?

She's pretty isn't she?
No, she's just pretty fun to make fun of.

That's all this world has come to.
If your not like me your wrong and weird and a monster.

But who's the real monster here,
The young innocent child whose only "crime" was to be themselves ,or the child that holds them self above everyone else?!?!

How could anyone stand for this , how could you not interfere?
Do you not understand that pain is NOT just physical, but emotional too?
Those mean , horrid words that were thrown like knives from your mouth , could ****.

DO NOT TAKE PART IN IT!
NOR SHOULD YOU TURN THE OTHER CHEEK, BECAUSE THAT MAKES YOU JUST AS GUILTY!

I spent the day collecting your things

put them away in a cardboard box
and tucked it in the back of my closet

along with the rest of my skeletons

I spent the night scraping you from my bones

washing your scent off of the sheets
scrubbing away the taste of your skin

I don’t want to remember

I don’t want to spend another second on you
I can’t

Bring me a rope
and tie a noose.
From the high ceiling
hang it loose.

Grasp the loop,
stand 'top a chair.
Throw it around
my neck if you dare.

I close my eyes
and say a prayer.
One final push,
I hang in the air.

The noose tightens,
stopping my breath
as I fall into
the arms of Death.

I’m afraid

I’m afraid that kissing in the back corner of the kitchen where your family can’t see us
will leave desire somewhere in my bones
too deep
for me to claw away

I’m afraid that I was never in love with you at all
and that I just liked the feeling of your teeth against my neck

I always swore
I adore you for more than just the way your skin feels under my palms

I’m afraid that when the bruises you left fade
I will ask you to leave more
at least I’ll have proof you were here

I’m afraid that if I hear you breathlessly asking my name
I will completely lose myself in you

I’m afraid because I do not have the self control to stop from wanting you

insomniac to the weight of regret          
           I'm inclined to withhold.

I'm so **** sick and disgusted of writing every poem about you.
            It brings me close to hatred, but that is an emotion I don't believe
                                      In.

The mountains
Grew together

As I fell, unknowing,
                                 For you.

And the mountains
Crumbled together

As I fell, lost,
                    From you.

And the mountains
Sighed together

As I fell, broken,
                          Past you.