i'm more ****** up than I thought
this ******* urge to cut won't leave me
alone, I'm lying in bed shuddering
twitching and spasming  
night one, and I know
I'm not strong enough
to last, it hurts

and I'll finally be discharged!
I'll finally be on my way back home.

I'll finally be able to show I can do this.

It's hard to pretend not to be offended
By someone you respect
And love more than anything,
More than the moon,
Telling you that you're bad
At something you know you're amazing at.
I'm sorry it all doesn't rhyme in an AABBCCDDEE
Ballad formation.
I didn't know it made me a bad poet.
To try to make people feel things with what I write.

Do you all think my poetry *****?
Because I don't think I write it for any of you anyways.
Am I sorry for that?

lay beside me
breath into my hair
let your thoughts wonder
                    smell my heart
                    touch my love
                      hear my pain
and accept all of me
for better, for
worse
                 love me

ragged breaths and torn skin
     healing cuts and slow movements
sheets crumple as you toss and turn
lost within thoughts and broken memories
         emerald leaves and sapphire skies
tumbling to a lowly height
losing a love to death
losing a life to love
missing a heart
while holding one