She wrote love on her arms
with blood and ink
and watched her life
flow into the sink.

She didn't care,
no one was there
to help her see
the world's beauty.

She tried so hard to fake a smile
she tried so hard to walk that mile
to try to reach out for help,
but she decided to be alone for a while.

That's no good.

The walls constrict around her heart
and her veins constrict around her soul,
and the more her skin came apart
the more she seemed to fall into the hole.

She tried so hard to get back up,
but her walls had finally broken.
Too many people tore her down,
with the unkind words they'd spoken.

She was filled with so much hate,
she just couldn't survive in this world.
So she wrote love on her arms,
and watched as death unfurled.

These are the words
of someone who has truly lost all hope
and all will to live.

These are the words
of someone who has bled so many times,
her scars will never fade.

These are the words
of someone who's been depressed for so long,
there is no way out.

These are the words,
of someone who's reaching out for help,
and no one's there to reach for her hand;

as she drowns in her own sorrows for the last time.

A  perfect summer night;
moon shining in the sky,
fireflies surround us
as the light leaves our eyes.

We pay no attention to them,
so lost in our own thoughts,
that we didn't realize,
what was right before our eyes.

Their lights flick on and off,
much like our feelings do.
happy, sad, happy, sad,
what are we supposed to do?

We try to talk it out,
but our speech is a bit slurred,
regardless of the smoke,
our little friends stayed undeterred.

I felt like you saw right through me,
but they saw me plain and clear.
They could see the hurt;
something you mistook for fear.

Anxiety gets the best of you,
is there any room for me?
All you do is judge me,
for things I don't even see.

I haven't changed at all,
I've been here all along.
Do you know how hard it is?
To try to stand so tall?

With everyone leering at you,
breaking down your walls;
you're all that I have left,
so, before this castle falls;

I just wanted you to know,
that I'm not hiding any thing.
I need you to trust me,
I can't stand the sting...

your anxiety is killing me,
and the fireflies know;
because they paid attention;
and helped me see with their soft glow...

that maybe we can't fix this,
maybe we're too far gone.
So please just lay here with me,
and we'll watch just one more dawn;

together.

I thought for sure;
I had it planned out.
I was going away,
I was fading out.

The light was gone,
from my eyes,
from my soul.
Hope had carried on,

to someone who was willing to hold it close.

"I got a Job!"
I thought that was great.
Wasn't it good enough for you?

"You work where? What a shame.
But I guess it suits you."

So what if it's the Dump?
Its a job someone's gotta do.
besides,
someone has to clean up after snobs like you.

So I do.

But I admit,
you had me going.
You got me down this time.

Which is funny because I thought,
family was supposed to help you through the grime.

But no,
you put me here.
because time and time again,

you kept telling me I was worthless,
and that I'd never fit in.

But you lied.

My friends there are like a family,
they all stand up for me.
They treat me how I should be:
like a ******* human being.

You almost made me **** myself.
That should make you ******* sick.
But I think that the anger
gives me an extra kick.

It makes me realize,
that not everyone is like you.
There's still some decent people,
and before I wouldn't have thought it true.

But there, I met two people,
who've truly shown me the way,
that the way to live my life,
is to **** what people say.

I'm happy being me,
and I'm happy I met you,
because now I'll live forever,
just so I can ******* smite you.

And I'll be happy.

I'm sitting here
in constant fear
of events
that are to come.

Warning signs
ring clear as chimes
and my body's going numb.

There's darkness at the edges,
of my vision
and my mind.

And this darkness truly comes for me
to take me home this time.

"You've been running for too long"
it says
"just stop and take a break."

but I know its just a ploy;
my living soul's at stake.

So I run.

I'm running through a labyrinth,
full of broken bones.
Following a winding path
full of empty homes.

I recognize these places;
they're from my recent past.
They're people who have helped me,
but they left me pretty fast.

I have no one else to turn to.
and no where else to go,
so why do I keep running?
My feet, they start to slow.

I've come upon the end
of this horrid maze of bones,
and here's to my efforts:
I have nothing to show;

except my scars.

Like a poison fog,
creeping around the edges of my vision
this is the final stand.

I know if I get lost
wandering around in this stark nothingness.
I will not come out.

I know if the sadness takes hold,
this time,
the damage will be permanent.

I'm sick and tired of the fighting.
And of fighting battles.
that I can't win.

I

feel

like

I

break

every

*******

thing

I

touch.