You are beautiful
Full of love
May you live happy and soulful
I wish you a smile
Be you and you will be gleeful
Others will follow your insight
And you will hold the world in your hand
Beauty comes from inside and you have captured it
But beauty isn't to be captured so you let it go
But the beauty won't so easily flee and modesty only strengthens it
You are beautiful

My life will end
as a blank canvas
on an empty wall
in an empty house
in a street that no one remembers
I will fade into the endless black
drowned amongst
the many nameless
forgotten by all
who once swore
to remember me
I will lie dying
in a potter's field
with a wilting flower
and a first name only
I will never publish my words
and I will never show my art
And I will forget to leave this town
fading like every other here
who had big, but fragile dreams
I will always exist
but forget to live.

I loved you so much
that I lost my own identity
to become closer to you.

All was well until you left
and suddenly I realized:

I don't know who I am anymore.

Even demons can fly higher
Even swords leave softer wounds
She always thought her life was bitter
But she never saw it doomed

Round and round in circles
Round and round we go
Round and round in circles
Death by a suicide poem