I thought that I could turn you
Into a nice warm home
But it's only when I'm with you
That I feel truly alone

I
Loved
You

Never assume
A beautiful soul
Is not a broken one.
Sometimes the people
Whose souls shine the brightest
Are the ones that are that way because
Of the light reflecting off of
The sharp broken pieces
Of their heart.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't think that I
Can live without you.

Never trust a wonderer who's too scared to ask why
Never trust a bird who's too afraid to fly.

I am addicted to sadness
But I really need to let it go
But it's tied a brick to my foot
And it's pulling me into the darkness below.

I wonder if the reason
Stars are so powerful is because
They are made of our atoms,
We feel so many emotions,
All of those emotions in one place
Must cause a lot of power
Or maybe we are powerful because we
Are made of theirs

No this isn't what I pictured
When I talked to you last night
But it seems that I've lost everything
Because one single stupid fight.
Too many things were left unspoken
To many questions Floating in the air
Now there's so much damage
I don't think it can be repaired
Since then the clouds have rolled over
And with them comes the rain
And I'm hopeful that when it cleanses the earth
It will also cleanse me of my pain
And the rain may cleanse me of the blood
But the stab marks are still there
You took a knife to my chest
And you didn't even care
But I guess it's not only your fault
It is mine too
I knew in my head how this would end
I just hoped it wasn't true

I am nothing but a bottle
filled all the way to the top
just waiting for the flood inside me
to sweep me away.

Water rushes over her body and carries her away
on this dark and stormy day
and the birds they scream, and shout and cry
as she tells the world goodbye.

It was the blooming of madness
that destroyed us all
in the end.

Join
me
and
watch
our
shadows
dance
as
lights flash
and
the
music
plays.

I've always hated and feared one word
and that word's goodbye
but I'd forgotten what was so bad about it
but then you reminded me why.

You don't believe in fairytales
you don't believe in magic
and maybe that's the reason why
you think everything is tragic.
But if you lifted up your chin
and you looked up to the sky
you'd remember all the beauty
it's just hidden in disguise.
There is beauty in the light
there is beauty in the dark
there's still so much beauty in you
it just needs to be resparked.
So maybe if you started to believe
In things like Peter Pan and Wendy
maybe you'd begin to see
that life's still filled with magic and happy endings.

I've always been a thunderstorm
and you say you're not fairweather,
but darlin' why is it when I come around
you always panic for your umbrella?

Perfect lips
speak perfect lies
that paint
perfect pictures
of
perfect lives.

She is a beautiful flower
soaking up the light,
standing nice and tall,
when the days are nice and bright.
But sometimes days are gloomy grey
and there's hardly any light at all,
and those days are the ones
where she doesn't stand as tall.
But when the clouds begin to part
and all the dark has gone away,
that little flower stands stronger and taller
with each new bright and sunny day.

I am beyond amazed
by the battles you have won,
and the beautiful symphonies you have
created.

I truly love the rain
and the dark grey skies
I love to sit and watch the Earth
as it gently cries.
It is cathartic
and artistic
it's peaceful.
it's simplistic.

I guess it's truly over.
Everything's been said and done.
And it was a scary, winding roller coaster.
But the painful rush was really fun.

They say friendship is an unsinkable boat
to those still here I must say "Thanks",
But remember the Titanic was unsinkable too,
but in the end it sank.

I'm counting my losses
They are tallied on my skin
But that is not the worst of it
The worst is all within.

It's such a shame when
You lose passion for something
That once made your eyes light up
And your soul smile

I will always pick and chose
Which battles I fight
And you will
Never
Be
One of them.

Please help, I've lost my direction.

Why try to fly
when you are always doomed to fall?
Why stand,
if they'll always make you crawl?
Why try
Anything at all?

Come now,
the rain.
Wash the blood off my hands,
wash the scars off my heart.

Perfect lips
Speak perfect lies
Painting perfect pictures
Of perfect lives.

These unspoken words
Are the noose in which
I hang myself with

This poetry is slowly
Killing me

She lives and breathes
Poetry and that
Is why she walks around
With a constantly broken
Heart.

I'm just biding my time, waiting, just waiting, to disappear

Just biding time, don't mind me.

The anesthesia in my veins
Takes away all the pain.

They covered the yellow brick road.

One of the most
Tragic words
Lingering. Between hope
And hopelessness
Of yeses and noes

The night is clear
but not a single star shines
I wish you were mine.

Two words that hold in their hands
the lives of so many people
who are just
barely holding on.

Today is the day
to throw the razors away.
It’s self harm awareness day.
I know that it’s a hard thing to do.
But I know that you can make it through
There are other’s out there that are just like you
I’ll give you a list if it will convince you it’s true
so put down your razors, your scissors your knife
It is just a bad day and not a bad life
Replace those red marks with orange butterflies instead
and remember you are stronger than what’s in your head.
You are strong beautiful and never alone
you are amongst the bravest people I’ve ever known.

Everything looks different
when I walk the streets with you.
The grass looks greener
and the sky looks much more blue.

Am I alive or just breathing?
I'm a goner but my heart's still beating.
My sleeves are red and I'm still bleeding.
I'm at the edge and I'm falling.
Somebody save my soul.

Sometimes it's easier
to take the pain and embrace it,
than it is to let it go
especially when it's all
you know anymore.

There are three ways pain
changes someone.
It can make them.
It can break them.
Or they can learn
to love the fire.

Before you walk away I want you to know,
you were my hardest goodbye and my favourite hello.

As we watch the rain hit the ground
you ask me "why does it keep coming down?"
With a sad and dull look in your eyes,
one that reflected the mood of the skies,
and I tell you, "The bigger the clouds grow,
The brighter and more beautiful the rainbow"

We all look for
that thing that makes
our souls ignite;
that thing is called
LOVE

My ink starts to bleed
as I sit here with
tears rolling off of
my cheeks.
My words telling stories
of heartache and pain.
Maybe as it bleeds and
washes away,
it will take the pain with it.
If only...

Someone,
help me.
Please.
They've replaced my blood
with anesthetics,
I
CAN'T
FEEL
ANYTHING

The Earth's tears cover the trees
in the forbidden courtyard
where everything
even time
stands still

Bruises and scars.
My fists are hard
the walls are harder.