This blank canvas mocks me as I stare blanklessly at it.

Dark and mysterious she is.

Reckless and bold she acts.

Drinks and pills she consumes.

Steamy, hot *** we produce.

Now she's gone.

I wrote this while drinking tea with you, and I must say I'd rather be taking shots of ***** with you my love.

I am a lonely sailor on the small boat of happiness. Tonight I feel as if the sea of depression will take a hold of me, and sink my ship, I will never be seen again.

She writes and paints to tell others that it's okay or going to be okay, but she can never get herself to listen to her own advice.

I relapsed last night
As the knife met my skin
and introduced itself
Over and over again.

I'm disappointed with myself
I shouldn't harm my skin
I'm losing every battle
Because I refuse to win.

- N. Morin