I am on the edge,
On the very ledge.

These days, I can barely see,
And death opens its arms to me.

Life is temporary, and I watch it walk away.
“Where are you going?” I say.

“It’s time for me to leave.” The angel of life replies,
And the celestial woman opens her wings and flies.

I am so close,
More close than most.

I have said my goodbye’s,
And created a will to satisfy.

All there is to do,
Is to die, a job long overdue.

I shall use a noose,
To free me from life’s abuse.

I am so close...

There one was a little girl
Who wore a mask.
Every day.
Every moment.
It was a beautiful mask
And those who saw her
Liked her almost immediately.
The girl was content.
She was liked.
And that’s all the mattered.
But then a boy came along.
And he caught her without her mask.
To him, she was strong.
To him, she was powerful.
To him, she was hideous.
He told everyone of her true face.
Soon, doubt began to creep into people’s minds.
Who was the little girl
Behind the mask?
Finally, some got fed up.
They threatened someone she loved.
The only person she loved.
And they broke her mask.
So,
Who is the little girl?
An innocent?
A villain?
Or maybe...both?

I’m pretty sure
I’m in love.
When I look in your eyes
I can’t help but blush.
When you touch me
I feel myself get hot.
When I see you
I really want to kiss you.
So, ya.
I’m pretty sure
I’m in love.
What about you?

Is going on.
Is happening.
Why the hell
Are you kissing her.
How the hell
Did you ever decide to cheat.
Where the hell
Did we have our first kiss?
You don’t remember?
Seriously?
What.
The.
Hell.

In a dream
You can be anything.
A warrior.
A survivor.
A god.
In a dream
You can be on top of the world.
But in reality
You are only you.
And I am only me.
I can dream that you love me
But I can’t make it real.

Of you
Of your voice
Of your lies
Of your fake smile
Of your fake love
And when I see you with her
After you called to say your flight was late
I know I’m tired
Of my love for you

To one little boy, the world was a playground.
Everything had its own degree of fun.
And anything was a toy.
Including people.
As the little boy grew up, he played with lots of people
Using his smile and his words.
To him, they were toys.
Easy to use, easy to throw away.
Until he met a girl.
The girl didn’t want to be a toy.
She wouldn’t be a toy.
She was defiant.
She was special.
She stood out.
To a boy who thought the world was a playground,
And wanted to keep it that way,
The girl was in the way.
So he kept her close,
Not realizing he was becoming quite attached.
But after seeing her smile at another,
He became angry.
But when he tried to throw her away
She escaped.
For years, the boy never saw her again.
The boy grew into a man.
And, though he still saw the world as a playground,
He never forgot her.
Sure, he tried.
But she always came back.
Making little comments in his head.
Sometimes, he could see her face.
And he would reach out.
But she would turn away.
The man was filled with regret.
He would do anything
Just to see her again.
So imagine his shock,
And his smile,
When he found her again.
He apologized.
And begged, for the first time in his life, to start over.
But this time,
She wouldn’t be his toy.
He swore to her he wouldn’t play with her.
Instead,
He would make her his equal.
He would make her his only.
He would make her his wife.
To a boy who thought the world was a playground,
She was his friend.
She was the one.
She was his
Love.
The world was just a playground...until he found her.