You asked if I was okay,
I said I was just tired,
Well I lied.
You saw the butterflies,
I said it was for a friend,
Sorry I lied.
You saw my art,
I said I was drawing inspiration from around me,
Oops I lied.
You ask all the time "are you okay?",
And I always say "yeah I'm fine",
But I lie.

Saving myself,
Can't do it,  
All alone,
Remember me
Smiling.

Whats the point of waking up,
If you aren't lying next to me when I do?

i'm only trying for you.
i didn't want to stop
but you asked me to,
so i'm trying for you.

My new weapon of choice
I have it because I don't have a voice
It is narrow
And swift like a sparrow
It seems harmless
But is full of darkness
It can damage souls
And fit into keyholes
With it I will draw patterns in to my skin
As a wear a foolish grin
I hide them well so none will see
The art exhibit
It's a sneak peak into my spirt
It's not on display
So go the **** away
My new weapon I say again
Is a red pen

I
Can't
Do
It.
Sorry,
Love.
I
Fell
Down
Again.