Stuck in a mist
Lost in a haze
A end of life
No more days

A path not shown
A darkness creeps
A creature prowls
crouching it leaps

Slashing, tearing
You heart it yearns
A beat you miss
A pain that burns

Nothing ahead
your life you lack
No way to retrieve
Its not coming back

The end is here
The lid nailed on
Six feet under
Too late your gone

The girl who feels alone in a crowded room.
The girl who fears she'll break soon.

The girl who cries when nobody's around.
The girl who doesn't dare to make a sound.

The girl who fakes a smile to hide how she feels.
The girl who has nightmares that are becoming more real.

The girl who swallows pills by the bottles.
The girl who starves herself to look like the models.

The girl who rewrites a suicide note each wretched day.
The girl who doesn't know how to feel okay.

The girl who could disappear without anyone to realize.
The girl who is hiding behind a disguise.

The girl who is numb and who feels nothing.
The girl who used to be worth something

Notice the way I change when you enter the room.
Notice the way you make my lips curl into a smile when you speak to me.
Notice the way your face reflects so handsomely in my brown eyes.
Notice the way my body shudders beneath your touch.
Notice the way I taste on your lips, lust and desire.
Notice the way that I can’t live without you.

Notice the way I change when you leave.
Notice the way I have no smiles left, only frowns.
Notice the way you can’t see a thing through my glassy eyes.
Notice the way that my hip bones poke through my tee shirt.
Notice the way my lips chap and bleed when you kiss me.
Notice the way that I’m dying without you.

I am happy,
But why is that those tears wont stop falling?

It's the right thing,
But why is that it doesn't feel like so?

I am strong,
But why is it that I need to be strong?

I should not feel this way,
But why is it that my feelings have become so bipolar ?

It's bravery,
But why is it that I feel it's an act of fear instead?

I am not oblivion no more,
But why is it that i feel there is much behind every path?

I fear failure,
But why is that I feel that it is a fear of success?

I should enjoy the moment,
But why is it that my brain cant comprehend to happiness no more?

I exhaled the last breath,
And i felt like my soul was about to leave.

Because with every breath, the air becomes harder to inhale each time.