We go through life
Trained to question,
To seek knowledge,
To understand.

But this isn't
An easy task
We have here on hand.

The truth hurts,
And facts aren't always pretty.
A simple "yes" or "no" response
Can bring you down
Quite quickly.

"Is it cancer?"
"Is he cheating?"
"Am I really wasting my life away, sulking in cheap pity?"

Questions like these
Cut beyond flesh and bone.

Their answers go deeper;
They penetrate the soul.

So here's a tip
As you journey and grow:
Don't seek answers
you don't want to know.

I’m sorry world

For delivering a girl

Who is weak and naive

With her mind in a whirl

With her heart in a box

That may never be unlocked

I’m a broken

torn-up

terrified girl

But what can I say?

As I hold the blade

This is a broken

torn-up

terrified

World.

Black

Rain

Box

Hole

Dirt

Flowers

Stone

Tears

Tears

Tears­

Tears

I’m six-feet under

Thanks to my fears

My life is a vast

Waterway

Filled with demons

That **** their prey

Choking them slowly

Until they turn blue

Colors

Red, orange, yellow, green,

Blue

Dying

Red, orange, yellow, green,

Blue

Dead

Black

Darkness surrounds

Red

Fire

Miserable sounds

Hell on Earth

Still alive

White

Hospital

I survived.

I burn my skin

To **** my pain

Yet suicide

Still remains

The cuts don’t work

The burns still hurt

I cannot **** my pain

I am a burden

To all creation

I am a bother

To this nation

A lost soul

Yet to be found

A dead body

On solid ground

**** me now

And sing the song

The song of death

The song so long

The song of pain

The song of blame

What a beautiful, deadly song