I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.

Do not be afraid of the darkness, she just don't know how to greet you.

She comes to you at night,
to tuck you into your bed,
and stays by your side till you sleep.

She embraces you slowly,
insinuating your mind with thoughts.

Thoughts that make you question who your are,
Thoughts that question if your worthy of living.

She will break you to your purest form; only then can you look in the mirror, and see your true self.

A self you do not wish to see,
a self you do not wish to meet,
a self you just can't let live.

Broken shards, falling like mines,
Smattering down on my head,
Piercing my heart several times,
Quickly setting up a blockade.

Darkness is coming, please be prepared,
Acknowledge, but don't be afraid,
She don't want to hurt, she is just scared,
She all but want you to evade.

She took me in her arms and held me real close,
I welcomed her into my mind,
She scarred it real bad, I couldn't oppose,
She made me to leave you behind.

I've got her now, don't need anyone else.
Enough I can not be no more,
I'm going to her now, going to sleep,
I'm finally coming home.