Ana, what a beautiful name.
It means lovely, it means perfect.
She and her warming hands hug me, when I'm in despair.
Her eyes, like honey, bring in the gentleness of her soul.
Her hair, brown and powerful.
Her nose knows best.
Her spirit is always positive.
She shines, she blooms.
She makes my day brighter,
She lightens everyone's spirit.
I know you're probably not going to read this mom, But I'm truly grateful.
I love you!

The mind of that girl is a pain sanctuary
whose aching decreases due to a world that's imaginary.

From home she goes out to get away,
and all those nights in stranges she relies.

The soft morning breeze
tenderly dries the tears in her cheeks,
and childishly it peeks
through her bloodshot eyes looking for a trace of peace.

Nobody could really tell
if she, bones and flesh, is still alive
or if she's just a wanderer ghost.
Probably the only one of her kind.

The dark circles under her eyes
are a proof of the restless crying nights.

The tangled auburn messed up hair
tells she didn't sleep at home, but no one cares.

Picking up flowers on the way back home,
humming songs that once made her feel whole.
She rests for a few hours and once awake she grabs a pen,
she writes down a poem before she gets drunk again.

Somehow she finds calm
in the simple things of life,
and she tries not to think
about the coldness in her eyes.

Barely getting through, day by day,
trying not to be absorbed by all the grey.

Amassing countless heartbeats
to the final point where life she quits.

The voices
I always trusted them
Then they led me down the rabbit hole
I stopped trusting them after that

I couldn’t trust anybody but myself
Little girls were trying to **** me
Cats appeared and disappeared
Crazy men flew around with hats and needles

Tea time was alway on time and ready
The dormouse stabbed me
The hare rambled and little alice

Oh little alice was the worst she and white put me on trail and i was found guilty
Punishment death…
The voices
I always trusted them
Then i found out they for were against me and for little alice

How wonderful it would be to die?
To fall into oblivion,
No feelings, no more pain, not one lie
Nothing forever more,
I'd be motionless, emotionless, and just die,
Nothing leaving me sore,
No one could bother me for there I would lie,
Oh wouldn't it just be wonderful to die?

But how would I do it?
Depends, how quick or slow,
Do I want my family to know?
Do I want to feel,
Is it to be a big deal?

I could jump in front of a train,
I wouldn't feel a thing,
The opposite to now,
Or could slash my throat,
Maybe write a lil note,
Or hang myself,
Or jump from a high,

Whos cares so long as I die.
And a few may ask why?
Why am i so eager to go?
Truth is really I don't know,
But this is something I must try,
It might just allow me to fly,
Wouldn't it be wonderful to die?...

She mumbles in her sleep,
worthless thing she couldn't keep.
The magnetism turned into cruelty
and the guitar plays a disastrous melody.
Absentminded lover who was never there,
now he's not here and she is aware;
People like him cannot make it last.
He likes taking roses from behind the glass.
He lets people in but "Do not touch anything!"
Peeking through the window is the same **** thing.
She now understands and tries to accept.
You know, she's just me, who would have guessed?
I know you didn't mean all the nice things you said,
to you I was just a new marionette.
I just wanted your love and protection
but you gave me a kick in the face with no hesitation.
You took it all and broke me apart,
but let me tell you the very best part;
I thank you for the depression thrill
but I never needed you and I never will.
She's me and I am her, we keep each other safe.
We are one, an union you can never take.
Bruised heart? Yes. But guess what, snake.
This one you can never break.

Dear Best Friend,
I have known you all my life,
You've always been there for me, and I love you.
I miss you.
Ever since we haven't seen each other as much,
I feel different, but I still love you as much.
Lots of hugs,
           -Your best friend