Stick and stones
may break my bones
but cutting makes me bleed.

The warm red liquid
flows down my arm
it's just the relief I need.

Silver metal
that shines so bright
has become my only friend

So I'll tear
my flesh apart
till the very end.
                                     S.B.

I'm an addict.
no matter how cliche it may sound.

His oceans eyes drift me away from my pain.
The stupid little smirk he wears,
makes my teeth gleam for everyone to see.
The deep tone of his whispering voice
rings through my head when he's not even around,
making me miss him terribly,
needing another dose to keep going.

The times I do see him,
I overdose on happiness,
and laugh like a fool.
I pool through my emotions to
focus on him.
The present rather than the past.
I use every last second we have
to share eyes and spill the words I have to say.

But sometimes,
too many words become meaningless.
So he holds me and we whisper.
Whisper three words most dear to us.
I Love You
to me, the most beautiful words spoken if true.
and when he says it, it will do.