Letter opener
Scratches and Scars on my skin
A flesh opener…

I long to taste pain…
To see the red seeping through
Another split vain
Whatever can I do?
I know I’d regret this later
But I want to see you hurt
Oh what a cruel monster
Dreaming of the blood; seeing it spurt
Why do I get like this?
I know it’s wrong
Evil, wicked, twisted bliss
As my mind sings its own song
It’s hurting me
More than it’ll ever hurt another
Help me to see
Don’t let me breath; in love I need to smother
Such a violent rapid nightmare
Save me before I regret
Before I have to endure another cold stare
My tragic destiny, my fate is set…

Colours of the sky
Gentle grey blues and pale pinks
Is my head still or is the earth moving?
I need to know why
My every hopeful thought sinks
Am I dead now, or merely surviving?

Stand up or fall down
My hands and feet feel so far
Why am I so high off the ground? I'm scared
Detached from my own
Where my mind gets such a scar
I am not the handsome boy so fair-haired

Helpless struggling
Lost in my fate of death
No chance to survive, but would I want to?!
No longer clinging
Not another wasted breath
Pitiful life dully will continue

She’s radiant and glorious
Pure and gentle
But strong
Flowing hair
Soft eyes
A smile that would put the sun to shame
She’s neither too tall, nor too short
But stands just as high as a bride should
She’s confident and powerful
But open and loving
She doesn’t hide or lock her heart in a box
She is brave, and courageous
And confronts her fears and nightmares
She’s powerful and motivated, and yet she gives herself
She inspires and empowers
She never gives up or gives in
She has a heart that is focused on god and open to his influence in her life
She cares for others as much as herself
She loves, and does good
She battles evil in her heart, her speech and her actions
Her words are lifesaving
Her voice sings a tune more beautiful than any ever heard
She’s radiant, and enrapturing
Her beauty shines through simplicity and purity

Have you ever stood so close to the edge?

The smallest breeze… the simplest word could push you over

You don’t want to hold on, but you’re unwilling to hold on

You expect the first thing you feel to be the ground miles below

If even that.

 

Where are they? The one’s who “care”?

This is all only a cry for help really, even if you are willing to fall

No one to hold you back, every passing second pushes you over

You realize there’s no one there, who said that you mattered

Nothing was real.

 

You feel the sensation of falling, your stomach knots

You know what’s coming, you know how it all ends, you know why

“It’s not your fault you ended up here anyways, you were only a victim”

Why sell my strength? My worth? My pride? The ugly price

Of being the victim.

 

Where did the days go, where everything was just fine?

Surrounded by friends and family all day and protected through the night

Before one trouble scattered everyone, and left you alone in the world

Was it all a dream? Was it all a lie? Were you the one who was lying

To yourself?

 

No one by your side, nothing to keep you safe

This is how life’s meant to be though isn’t it? Everyone left on their own

“Where you end, or when it’s all over is only evidence of your worth”

Every memory, every lie, every fear, every insecurity

Is pushing you over.

 

This isn’t the end. Or is it? Is this only a nightmare?

Air stings your lungs, pain tears your heart. The tear on your face

The hurt on your mind. This has to be real

But why did you end up like this? You thought you were going to become

So much more.

 

And then you fall.

 

Fall.

 

Fall.

 

Only you hit the ground sooner than you should.

You don’t break the way you should.

 

You fell on your back; the ground gave way

The arms of love pulled you away

 

You land on your back, gently and calm

Laying in the grass, where you belong

 

The sky is blue the breeze is soft

Would everything really have been better off?

 

The Song of life the sound of joy

It was real, not the imagination of a foolish boy

 

Your heart will heal; find one who cares

She helped pull you out of your nightmares

 

Every passing moment your sense of life grows

Every breath you take heightens your awareness

You’re not the victim find forgiveness

Stand up again, battle, ready to take the blows

 

You put yourself on that cliff; don’t go there again

From your mistakes you can learn

Thank love, and after her continue to yearn

Fighting hard, singing beautifully, everything life was meant

 

To be.

Once there was a little firefly
Who was lost in a dark cave
It was never the places she intended to reside or hide
But she would get out! She was strong and brave!

Once there also was a sky
Who had once shown blue
Vibrant blue; above the world, strong and high
But it all went black with night, the wrong thing to do

The firefly longed for summer days
Bright and glorious as they shone
And the lovely nights where she could light her way
And she sought and sought for a source of light that wasn’t her own

She needed just a sliver
A faint hope was more than enough
This darkness was not her home; she needed a dark of pure, and life giver
She was not, and would not break though, she was tough enough

The sky in turn felt lost
Not what he was meant or supposed to be
He felt out of place and knew that the right path he had not crossed
The dark he, was not the light he wished to see

But a faint glimmer far away
The one thing he needed to change
He wandered towards the light, and began to wish to stay
His eternal dress of blue he would gladly arrange

And the Firefly saw her hope
And fought her way out of the cave
They were drawn together; a bond, a rope
And the best of each, to the other happily gave

The Firefly played and enjoyed the sky of day
And at night she played and sang for her sky
They shone brightly for one another
And it was a beauty that would never die.

Tonight, tonight the lonely world sleeps
In my tattered heart a memory keeps
Every light, every star sparkling above
The faintest glimmers are hope for love
Upon the battered alter the ashes heap
Death is coming, ready is he to reap