I'm going to make a collage
of all the things you never said
to me
And burn it.

I'm going to put all the pictures
of us together
in a folder
and burn it.

I'll make a list
of sentences
of words
that i remember
you spoke
and burn it too.

I'll compose an array of feelings
smiles and tears
that you left with me here
and burn it.

And if I could
I'd take every memory
from my
unforgetting mind
leave them in this house
and if I could
if only I could
I'd let fire consume this house too.

I lie on the concrete floor.
My bruised body just an empty shell.
Another round of our fight: I wanted more.
My mind became my own hell.

The nights and days grew colder.
I stayed a fragile shell on the concrete.
Time never freezes: our good memories grew older.
I hid behind your deceit.

Pain stricken
Tear stained
My eyes flickered
Like the candles last flame

Maybe, I
Am on my last flame.
Once again, at the thought, I cry.

I dream,
And awaken
To my screams
Of pain. My hearts been taken.

My tears fall so gently
And my heart beats so softly
While the pain of breathing erodes me so quickly.

Cuts.
Bruises.
Cracked ribs.
Black eyes.
Shattered plates
And empty bottles.

What have you done?
You destroyed me.

Insomnia came to play again,
so we'll probably just wait
and watch the sun come up.

And when people ask me tomorrow
"Gee, how'd you get such a healthy glow?"
I'll reply awkwardly with
"I have not slept in days."

I
Could die tonight,
But who would cry?
Who would mourn if I lost my life in the darkness of night?


I lay sleepless; someone must care, surely?
Then a voice whispers "there's only one way to see."
And my left hand reaches for the gun slowly.
WAIT. There's no one else here to whisper but me.


I'm going insane.

The demons keep chanting.
Drawing you to them,
Closer with every song.
Their magnetic pull is too strong for you.
Before long
They'll consume you
And we'll laugh at your misfortune.
Like the soulless creatures humans are.

Is it bad to hate who you are?
Is it bad to fall apart when that number appears on the scale?
Is it bad to want to rip yourself apart?
Is it bad to just want to bail?
Failure is something we all know too well.
Self-destruction shouldn't be such a pretty thing to me.
Happiness is not a pill they sell.
No one can save you from yourself, see?

Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.

Hear me my God, my Father, my Lord.

My heart if filled with dark and dread.
I'm afraid I wish to just be dead.

Despair holds me with a force.
I'm afraid I'm not on course.

Guide my heart, guide my soul.
I will pay any toll.

Bring me back to my right of mind.
So that I will be forever kind.

Thank you my Lord, my Father, my God.