I would love to say that I am a happy teenage girl
and that I've never drank
and that I've never done drugs
and that I have impeccable grades
and that I have a great relationship with my parents
and that I love my friends
and that I love to see the sun come up
and that I've never hurt myself
and that I've never smoked a cigarette
and that I've never been with boys much older than me.
But I would really love if someone asked me, really asked me, what was wrong.

don't forget the strange lonely
chills you get at 5:15am
don't forget to look up the sky
for stars and for hopes
don't lose sight of the void
in your hearts and
your cold lone bones
don't forget those green
delicate veins under
your soft flimsy wrists
don't forget to leave those bleak
reflective yelling shards of glass
alone and out of sight
don't forget yourself
how you've stayed so strong
and even broke to pieces
don't forget you can finally
say that you are happy

The voices inside her head its where her demons hide
time is paralyzed and  she catches her breath
where there is a flames someone’s bound to get hurt the
blade as the brush with slowly skimming on the canvas
the crimson paint will steadily dribble down the pale canvas
she has a story to her hazy existence and if she is to let her walls come
down, the inside wall be annihilated by shallowness and cruelty
in the past she was isolated so she covered her feelings with a tight
smile, she goes through life aching with eternal agonizing pain
there is no one to have faith in if one shall live on this sadistic  earth
no one is there to be her superhero before the hour has come,
before it is too late, the spell must be broken
before it all scatters on the floor; before it goes boom; before
it drains out on the white floor; before the stool is pushed away; before it
thuds in the city lights; before it makes a splash in the navy pool of salt;
before those gray eyes shut completely, exiting the world
just before it is too late
but wait, are those five guys, running towards her? They are quite
unnoticeable, who can they be?
These boys saved her life before the time has come
they are her saviors, they understood the grief
for she is thankful and
they are in her heart, and she is in their hearts, engraved
forever

a.a

At precisely 01:58am I logged;
I am
So
Unhappy
I write with pain and anguish
Playing games with
All, including myself
I tell stories that
Feel so real and
Yet, in hindsight
Seem like lies
I log;
I’m really happy right now
That was Saturday
At approximately 17:35pm
I remember because
At that moment
A person, I love
Typed; it’s so good to see you happy
You deserve it
I smiled, kept walking and agreed
At 02:02am it is Tuesday morning
A tear drop falls to
The page, where the pencil
Has written and now
Smudged,
It reminds me of how
Easily my emotions change
And are forgotten
How easily they are erased
Because all I say
May as well
Be
Written in something that
Can be easily washed away
This is how I live
And I can’t keep living
This way,
I am a broken toy, a soul
Who has been hurt by those who
Barely even realise what they have done
No apology, only lies, disloyalty, betrayal
All because I took a stand
Alone.
Maybe I always will be
Maybe I never love in the right way, or enough
Maybe I am not enough or any of it is enough
Nothing I give is enough
Lovers pass through me
I am like their garbage
They throw me out, toss me out as though
I am nothing
It is hard to believe I will ever be
Anything
Anymore
An empty vessel lost at sea
Oh the cliché
Relying only on air to live
Until I final pass, unwillingly
To greet those I too have lost
Above.
Unnoticed, unseen, I am simply
Gone.

© Sia Jane