peach buttons.
cartoon lies.
eyeliner lines.
broken little child hiding in the corner.
bleeding mascara isn't so beautiful.
loves death has struck the clock.
your time has run out as he says he loves you.

beautiful children.
flowers in the sky.
empty swings in the park.
lollipop kisses cross your lips.
my heart aches to be held by you.
tears stream down my face
like rain streaming down my window.
I lost you.
the leaves have fallen.
there is purple in the sky.
while time passes by,
I sit in my room burning
the roses you once gave to me.
purple nightmares interrupt my dreams.
butterfly dances cloud my thoughts.
glass shortly replaces my heart.
a yellow crayon lay on the floor...
but a black star is on the paper.
soon you will see,
that I loved you truly.
until you come back to me,
I have a gun in my lap,
the trigger waiting to be pulled...

you are my light in the dark.
you are the thorn that pricked my finger.
I am your sisters' barbie doll.
I am your doll.
dress me, treat me however you like.
don't break my plastic hollow heart.
you are my world; my future.
I don't want to lose you.
please don't leave me in the dark.

forgiving is merely impossible.
forgetness is unimaginable.
but breaking your "unbreakable" heart is easy.
the blood from my wrist drips onto the bathroom floor,
and stains the water red.
you've opened up my broken heart so all of the world could see.
I will never forget your treachery.
for when you love "faded",
mine inflated while my heartache reveled itself.
I hope you choke when you see the blood on my wrist.
it was your doing that caused my pain.
maybe my death has broken your "unbreakable" heart because
you'd finally know how much I once loved you.

"I hope you choke on those words that kiss that bottle... Confess!" - Tell That **** He Made My List of Things to Do Today, Fall Out Boy

choking on flowers.
sleeping on pins.
living with me.
pull the trigger, beautiful.
razor blades and kisses.
cupcakes in the fridge.
tears in the bathtub.
polka dot fears.
Elmo on TV.
don't forget,
you're living with me.
paper cuts.
broken hearts.
pouring out your feelings
all because nothing is perfect.
you're living with me.

burning tears
melt down my
face and burn.
love has betrayed
me once more.
hearts float
off to neverland
and become black
and cold.
other bleed.
soon my
tears will fade
awat and will
be no more.
as I cough
and scream
it stays within.
I can't let my
pain out.
my voice is
cracked once
I can speak again.
my blood flows
nicely along my
wrist and down
onto the floor.

just a slip of the knife,
in any direction
and the blood forms
in beaded lines.
it stings and burns,
but feels better than
the other pain.
deeper and deeper
with every cut.
it rolls gently
down the wrist and
splatters onto the paper.
just hoping that
one of these cuts
will be the last.
but they're never
deep enough to take
a life.