I think that
you realize,
how sweet you are,
and beautiful in my eyes,
in your reflection.
We are nothing,
just strangers with
a little too much time
and loneliness,
so let's stay like
this,
a little while
longer

Do you like it?
Hurting me I mean.
It seems I'm never enough,
and I wonder,
If I'll ever be.

Do you like it?
Loving me I mean.
I feel bad a little,
mostly all the time.

Do you hate it that much?
Living I mean.
Because it seems,
You can't let me.

My chest is filled with men,
who enjoy seeing pain,
and yes,
you're one of them.
But this is a poem.
So I guess,
you can be beautiful.

Drunk and naked in the dirt,
Softly wasting all I had,
Sinking in earth's dress,
covering the screams,
with my mistakes

I was a girl
who believed in god
until they told me
I myself was a sin.

Heaven was when you understood

Your fingers resting on my eyes,
I see red yet all is black,
You're everything I despise,
Yet you call I'm running back.