little girl,
six years old,
she thinks about her death.

she thinks how the world would be better off
without her.
she wishes upon stars
to find friends.

she knows she's not like the others.
she wrote the beautiful poems.

she was a smart kid.
she grew to be devastated,
by the reality of things.

she already knew that,
the world doesn't work
the way she wanted it to.

she was just sad,
all the time.

and as she grew older
she grew wiser.


today, this girl is seventeen.

going through a lot,
trying to be the best person she can

and in eleven years she did
what she never thought she could do;

be a beautiful poet

Do you remember summer?
When one day you said you could be happy?
Are you happy with yourself right now?
Broken hearts and faded hopes
Do you think you got somewhere killing everything?
That ever loved you
Killing the love you had for others
Do you think you saved yourself?
Raising your walls so high
With roses and thorns protecting you
Every flower you had
Is every flower you gave away
You created your own grave
The one no flowers will be on
The forgotten one at the end of the cemetery
You wanted to be immortal
You forgot to be what made you immortal
So cry from where you are
Because forgetting will be your blessing
And being forgotten will be your curse
You’re scared of two things;
Death and forgetting
You’ll die
You’ll forget
You’ll be forgotten
No one is immortal
Everyone fades somewhere
Into the darkness




Pick yourself up
And forgive yourself

Insomnia is a terrible thing causing one to become sequestered from reality.

Pride is a hardened killer