Her words are sweet and simple,
yet their sharp edges convey the truth.
How ironic an intention, we lie to those we love--
but false words cannot hide the hopeless.

And talking will not erase tragedy.

Experience has etched into her soul,
and it will forever taunt her.
You cannot forget the past. You cannot change it.
Happy lies will never heal a broken heart.

*The irony.

Even when I try to distance myself from you,
I can't help but try to catch your eye in the hall.
Every flower in the grass makes my fingers ache
to braid them into your hair.
I tear up the flowers I pick before I can do something stupid,
like give them to you.
When I look out my window I see you and I,
running through the woods and over the fields,
laughing with the joy of being alive together.
And in the dead of night I still hear the echo of your voice,
saying "I love you", even when all is silent.

I sliced my wrist at 11:03
I’m sorry I left you
It’s too much for me
I apologized to you as I hurt myself repeatedly

I apologized to the people I feel hate me
Drama ***** my heart dry
When I have to clean my wrist every night

I’m sorry that I was a waste
But you really were my thought of day

I wish it didn’t have to end this way
But my last goodbye will be in my head
I cut too deep into your heart; I will save you the trouble and stab my arm

I’m sorry
But I’m leaving pretty soon;
Hopefully you’ll never see me again

I still love you

**The End

I wear  my insensitivity along with my silence well.
Under those materials No one can tell
That I am messed up inside.
Or can they?

never tell me you love me
my lips are chapped with the thought of
destroying you
or maybe
you destroying me
depending on the weather

never tell me you love me
i’ll be so full of the fear of
deserting you
that
i won’t shut my eyes at night
until i’ve counted my blessings    

never tell me you love me
i don’t need any more reasons to live