we only feel so empty
because we left
little pieces of ourselves
in everything that
we once loved;
once lost.

stay a little longer,
edward scissorhands.
a cold shoulder to lean on,
my prickly little cactus.

seems like we have something in common.
i like hurting myself
and so do you.

I'm emotionless
Yet full of hate
But I don't really care
I'm heartless
Cause I've never known love
And it's not really fair
I'm expendable
Yet I have some value
Cause I lay my lies bare
I'm worthless, stupid
And I've never found the truth
If only I could remember where
Then my life may have some use

Until then...
I guess I deserve the abuse

Cemetery trees shiver
in the snowy breeze,
and cover the graves
with their dead leaves.

Tombstones and bones
lying in the shallow earth,
remind the living that
it could always be worse.