His sharp teeth,
Shinning in the light of the moon,
His voice raspy and devilish,
His smirk that make butterflies swarm my stomach.

"Vampire" was the word he used,
but everyone say's vampires are scary,
or dangerous,
He's neither of those,
he's kind, and passionate,
He doesn't even hurt people.

"Yes" his voice whispered into the darkness of the forest,
I gasped for air as I felt his teeth sink into my neck draining the blood from my body,
My body going cold,
My eye's closing slowly,
My heart beating to a stop,
My breath hitching,
My fingers limp,
and He who i thought was so kind, he,
Still draining the blood from my body.

'Vampire'

You trace the lines,
You pull the string,
Their pulled together,
Like a bond of love,
Like a bond of beads,
They go together.
They break easy,
that just means be careful.

He sees ME,
He Loves ME
He wants ME,
He needs ME,
I want HIM,
Men can love each other as much as a woman and another woman + a man and a woman. Love is love don't take it away.
I love him, he loves me. SO WHAT?! Were just humans like you. (Besides me no one knows what I am I wont say!)

Me: Sadness?
Depression: No.
Me: Feelings?
Depression: Nope
Me: Do I belong here?
Depression: No.
Me: Can I die?
Depression: Yes.

2 months later after mum and dad help with the move to living alone.
Me: Hi.
Depression: Hey old friend.
Me: How do you wanna go.
Depression: Grab the knife.
Me: slowly tears fall Okay...
Depression: Slow and deep.
Me: Tears dry 'Kay.
1
2
3
4
5
and it's done.
Goodbye World.

I'm pretty sure I'm leaving,
But it feels like grieving,

"What's going on?"
"Don't talk to me, you FREAK!"
"What?"
"Go away"
"What did I do?"
"Didn't you hear her, Go away you FREAK!"

Was I turning into someone crazy I start to laugh
"Guess so" I smile.
"I am a freak, so why don't you get away from me" I laughed.
I walked into a room near the Bio Lab.
A girl with really sharp teeth looked at me.
"Hi" I smiled.
She looked at me confused "Hello?"
"Don't worry I'm just a freak, I'm pretty sure your not sane either" I smiled.
Like I said were not all Sane...

Eat,
Sleep,
Gym,
sleep again,
and it starts all over again,
Putting the effort into my everyday routine,
but for what exactly?
For myself,
For others,
no.
For me,
always for me,
How I look depends on me,
No one else.
Just my choices.

The needles,
the thread,
they go together,
make a blanket,
a hat,
let your mind roam with it's thoughts,
Let those thoughts fill your head,
you won't feel the pain,
cuz there isn't any,
your thoughts bring you down,
you have to pull yourself together,
Like a thread,
on the knitting needle.

Day's pass and I miss you
My eye's go grey as you don't text back
Love hurts
Mostly when they don't love you back,

"Mama?" me
"For the 100th time I'm not your mother" step mom
"Sorry Jessie" me
"Just go to your room" step mom
starts to cry "I'm sorry that I messed up"
runs up to my room "I hate it here, I don't wanna be here anymore"

I see your teary eyes so I dress up for you,
To see you smile is all I want,
But when you said it didn't help,
I couldn't help to fear the fear of your sad smile,
I want to see you smile again and not cut,
She grabs my wrist,
I fall,
She takes me down with her,
I cut,
I bruise,
And we die Together.

-K.T.

Walking through the school you see them,
The eyes of the people you thought love you,
Your enemy's, everything matters and it hurts

"How much time is left"?
The only question living in my head.
"The time is"?
the last question I asked you before you left.
"Why does time slow down in all the wrong moments"?
That was MY last question before i went off the deep end.

Is that what I needed?
To feel my death?
To fear my life?
Just to see you one more time I'd die all over again.
Because it's dark down here.
In this 6 feet underground Hell.
It's dark.
It's dark.
It's just dark.
But then there's fire every hour.
And the man who laughs at all of our wasted pain.
It's dark all over again.
My love where did you go when you died?

I stare through the glasses I wear,
But it's bleary,
I want to see clearly,
I don't want to see life as a blear,
I want to cry,
I feel the tears stinging my eyes,
The hood I'm wearing soaked with rain,
I run home,
And run,
"Mom" I yell.
No answer,
I'm alone,
All alone,
Blade piercing my skin,
Cutting through the skin,
Blood dripping to the floor,
1 cut,
Now 3 cuts,
Now 8 cuts,
I turn the water on in the bathtub,
It's cold, mildly warm,
I step in fully freezing,
I lay there still,
No breath,
I let the tub fill up and I turn it off,
I slide down into the water,
My lungs filling up with water,
My heart stopping on it's last beat,
My breathing stopped,
My last day has come and the water is no longer clear, it's red,
My blood,
My life,
The End has come and I don't resist the urge to let it take over,
I ended it,
I ended the suffering,
I ended the pain,
I feel more alive then I ever have in my entire life.
I am alive and I want to accept that.
My life has ended but I still feel alive more then I ever did when I was really alive.
Depression you've won.
Depression my mind haunts me like you wanted.
Depression are you happy now?
Depression?
Depression are you there?
Am I alone?
I don't hear you?

I stare into the mirror seeing nothing but a mistake,
A mess up,
An excuse,
A nobody,
And I take the razor and cut,
1 cut,
2 cuts,
3 cuts,
Now I've past my limits it's 8 cuts,
I bleed, and bleed,
But does anyone see me suffering?
No.
No.
No.
I've let life fill the cracks in my heart
But it was never enough so,
Here I stand in this mirror crying my eyes out
And bleeding from wrist to wrist dying but I feel this connection to Life that I've never felt before,
Now I've openly accepted death and am happy to say I see the light of the underworld.