All these letters I had written for you.
I have written all of them.
Maybe bleed a few.

You wonder why I cry.
You wonder why I shake.
You don’t understand the dark words I make.

Life gets harder when you love nothing else.

So I cut a little smile; from ear to ear.
Give a little fake one, to make it look real.

People call me crazy as like I am the sin.
So you gave me a name.
“Little Harley Quinn”

And soon I called him mine.
“My Little Joker Boy”

And my feelings got deeper.
My body feeling freer.

Life became easy.
With the words that you sang.

So I smiled for real.
Letting my body heal.

Life gets harder when you love someone else.

Things soon ended.
My pain returned.

Because our little song had to be burned...

I.

Lost something of importance.
He took it in the back of his car.

I felt him inside me,it felt so right.
His face showed pleasure and pain all at the same.

Did my porcelain face look so pained?

It was spontaneous.

So soft.
So gentle.
And yet.
He was so mad and rough.

I look to his face again and see his anger rising.

He slowly put his hands around my neck.
His hands so cold.

I, moaning.

His grip tightens and soon all I see is black...

And that was a Monday night.

When I look into you.
I already knew.

I still look at photos the of you.
Us playing and laughing.
Like nothing could go wrong.

But.
On a sad and dark day already.
I heard about her.

I cried and wished it wasn't true.

I wanted to die.
I cried and cried.
Like a baby with no smile.

When I stop shaking and shivering.
I burned the photos.

Because I already knew.
The pictures of you.
Were never true.

His car.
In someone's drive way.

The backseats.
Our bodies so close together.
On top of me.

His hands traces my sides, my body.
His cold hands making my body shake.
Our mouths locked.
Our shirts thrown about in  his car.

His lips move down to my neck.
My moans fill the car.
Why is he teasing me...

He stops.
Gets off.
And we drive home.
On a perfect Saturday night...

I'm haunted.
By people I love and hate.
By the ghosts that **** me in my dreams.

But I am a demon, and so are you...
There is nothing you can do.
You can't save a helpless soul.
Unless you take the devils road.