You make me feel so good
with all your touching and kissing, but I don't know if I want you.
I don't know if I want anybody I'm just so used to being alone until you came along and confused me.

I live in shades of black and grey all I really want to do is get away. Let'***** this ****, and ditch this town, they won't miss us anyways.

I wanna see new places, and meet new faces. Let's go on an adventure tonight?
We'll see all the stars, travel every road, and have a glance at everything in between.
We'll forget everything and live in the moment.
Lets get lost?
You and I.

Just another depressed soul wandering around and I'm in desperate need of another one like me.

I am dying, a slow and painful death it feels as if life is testing me with every single breath.

My pen is a blade and the paper is my skin, my words cut deep as the blade does my wrist.

Hold me tight all through the night so I can feel safe.
I'm tired of all these tears, and the blood that seems to overflow the sink almost every other night. I just need you to tell me that everything is alright.

Your eyes are as blue as the deepest parts of the ocean, and I know the only thing you like about yourself is your eyes, but baby you are so much more than just a color.

Hazel eyed boy so mysterious and abstruse, won't you let me explore you?
You seem so disclosed but let people know that you are one who won't let anything show. You're hard to read. Some have attempted and left your pages tattered and torn, just know that I have always been one that is up for a difficult read.

I went to the deep part of the sea,
wanted to dive in.
I can't swim.
I wanted to drown,
I would've been missing; Gone.
It finally wouldn't have been a dream.

You and I and these beachy vibes.
Swaying like the palm trees in the wind.
The California breeze blowing through our hair as we stay here perfectly still. We build barriers from sand and shells, to protect this moment from all the stares.

He wore nothing other than black even in the summer, his crystal blue eyes reflected ocean-hues and had jet black ink that could slightly be seen under the sleeve of his tattered and torn Rolling Stones tee. That boy, he was quite a mystery, had the body language of a jigsaw puzzle not wanting to be mended, although it was all opaque to me, others saw him impenetrable, however, I read him like my favorite book. This boy is exactly like me intelligent yet covert, impassive and esoteric yet a universe full of secrets and unspoken thoughts. It seemed as if his soul was somber and consumed nothing but vacuity. But I saw a masterpiece, a messily painted work of art, and that was the beauty of it. Others saw chaos on a canvas while I saw every watercolored hue that completed the exotic illustration that was, Luke.

I remember you told me how I looked so alive in the smoke I exhaled, you also told me I had such a beautiful smile that you wished would never go away and that you hope to soon see again, I wandered what you meant by that because I see you everyday, until I heard you committed suicide the very next day.

I inhaled it wishing it would **** me,
although I'm already dead.
I crawled into the deepest, darkest parts of my head and came to conclusion that my cigarettes are better for me than you ever were.

When I look at you, the stars align
and I feel as if you are picking up my broken bits piece by piece. You make all the pain disappear, and help me forget all the scars as they fade away. I didn't know I was falling for you, I feel as if you complete me.
If only you felt the same way...

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

My broken pieces are scattered everywhere.
I'm bleeding, pleading for help as everyone just walks past me and over the mess.
I'm screaming.
The crowd is passing, not even glancing.
Fragile girl in this unscrupulous world.

One blade is all it takes to make all her feelings go away millions of scars this is so hard but all she does is repeat. The things she's told never grow old, as her life gets dull she can't endure this anymore Every night are thoughts of suicide she takes the gun and counts to three. With a sigh of grief or more like relief, she pulls the trigger forgetting she is loved.

All these emotions bottled up inside if only someone can see from the outside. It's a constant struggle between dragging a blade down my skin or just keeping everything within. I can't take this anymore though, I feel like being buried two feet wide and six feet deep, I'm sure nobody would weep. For now I'll just keep myself isolated for all of my happiness has drained away. I see how empty and dull my life has become, so I turned my wrists red so that my world wouldn't seem so dark anymore.

My mind is a tornado, a chaotic jumbled mess and every time I think of you my heart jumps out of my chest. Every breath I take, oh I swear darling it's for you because the only reason I'm sure I'm still living is all because of you.

I see a clean piece of skin, please let me drag a blade through it my mind is telling me, "Come on you won't feel a thing.", even though I knew I was going to bleed. I lied to myself once again.
The pain was just so beautiful even though it lasted for a second, it was worth that small moment of happiness.

Painting the things inside my head, while I'm on them meds. I was told that they would take me out of this deep hole that I dug myself into, but I'm just sinking deeper and deeper.

I wrote you a poem today, you didn't seem to care.
I spilled my heart out for you, and you just sat there.
It turns out that we weren't only a pair, why would you want to tear us apart?
All that we had was all I had ever wanted, and now I'm being taunted.

It's better to feel nothing,
I always feel like I'm drowning
So I pop a couple pills
to feel a kick of something.
The things I do to stay alive,
yet everyday feeling
like I rather die.

Dark and mysterious she is.

Reckless and bold she acts.

Drinks and pills she consumes.

Steamy, hot *** we produce.

Now she's gone.

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.

Take my hand in your darkest hour,
I swear we'll break on through.
I can't help but fall for you,
when I lie down in your arms.

My mind full of hope and eagerness to travel far and beyond further than the eyes can see.
My body aches for those places I have yet to travel to.
My eyes seek those places unimaginably visited.
My soul searches for another like me.

I wish I was a flower; such a beautiful sight to see, much too alluring and dandy that to be picked off the ground to die immediately. Oh I wish I was a flower be so wild and carefree for a short amount of time then die instantly.

Every poem or song I write about you never seems to perfectly describe how I feel about you. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm free falling, on an endless flight through the clouds. Will you hold my hand as we fall together?

Your eyes are the perfect shade of green, I swear mother nature had something to do with that.

You make me as happy as the stars in the night sky or a cup of coffee and photography.

I'm no good at writing about things that make me happy or things that make me glow.
All it seems that I'm good at is writing about everything that gets me low.
These feelings and news, filled with substance abuse, that's all I am good at and nothing else, so I guess that is my muse

Maybe if I cared, maybe if I tried, maybe if I changed, then he wouldn't be gone.
He would've stayed a little longer, and maybe even loved me a little harder, maybe if I bothered, you would've lasted a while longer.

I used to dream in back and white before you came and handed me a brush.

My canvas was always white for I told myself that I couldn't paint.

You told me that I was blind and that I wasn't who I set myself to be.

I used to dream in black in white until you showed me who I am.

I know how it feels to break down (I'm all too familiar to it) I know what it feels like to cry in the shower so no one can hear you.

I know how it feels to wait for everyone to fall asleep just so you can cry yourself to sleep.

I know exactly what it feels like to hurt so bad and just wanting everyone to go away and everything to end.

I know.

I love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you enjoy with such passion, and I absolutely adore your crooked smile that you have recently decided to grow fond of because you're trying to learn to love yourself more.
I also find it very attractive how you stutter and start looking at objects around me every time you find me starting blankly into your gorgeous green eyes to distract yourself from knowing that I'm looking at you.
I know you hate when people look at you, and I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I just get so lost in your starry eyes. How do you not know that there is a universe inside of you darling?

I lie in bed, and toss and turn as my hazy head circulates with vivid images of you.

I think I'm in love.

Or that may just be the drugs kicking in.

At age 5 she was starting to thrive
At age 6 she just wanted to play
At age 7 she wanted to be a doctor
At age 8 all the other kids mocked her
At age 9 she locked herself away
At age 10 she was there to stay
At age 11 she tore her skin
At age 12 all her emotions were caving in
At age 13 she was doing *******
At age 14 she was low everyday
At age 15 she tied the rope
and later on that night wrote this note:
"Thinking about this night, thought everything over twice. I can feel it getting the best of me, once again its trying to invent me... and so it has. Goodbye."
Shaking hands and swollen eyes, she kicked the chair.
As she dangled in the air, she didn't even think about the rest, and took her final breath.

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.

I was so sad that the word sad couldn't even begin to describe me anymore
I let you become my happiness and that's where I went wrong, every living creature on earth dies alone.

You're not in love until you want someone as bad as you want to breathe, but what if you're not sure about breathing?

I admire you deeply
every note, every sound.
I have never been in love
simply just loved,
I don't know
what it feels like
to be in love
but I feel like I'm all too
familiar to the feeling
every time I put on my headphones.

Although her scars are displayed for all to see, when I try to talk to her, she tries to hide them from only me.

I know they said to not put your own happiness into other people, but this country boy has got my heart racing and my smile brighter than the sun.
I just hope this is right.

I am not here to stay and make my home in you, or with you.
I am nomadic.
I will tell you how much I love you knowing that I'll be gone the next day.
There are so many paths and I'm on my way, wherever I come to find myself I promise it's not for long, and I will not change.
This is for the best.

Putting on a smile seems so much easier than trying to explain all the pain that she has deep down inside.
She rolls up her sleeves convinced that she wasn't pretty anymore.
He traced all her scars though assuring that she was as perfect as she could ever be.

Gray clouds over my head, as I pick up my pen and bleed my heart out to the paper, my only friend. I'm trying to find myself, but these dark clouds resting upon me aren't helping, and I can't seem to find a dry spot on the ground.

The way your skin glistens in the morning sun reminds me of Rob Hefferan's artwork. You are an astonishing piece of art, darling.

You're young and beautiful,
                         don't be scared              
     of being reckless and falling in love.
       Just run wild, and don't look back.