The turkeys are gone
Empty fields,
Once full of birds,
Now with empty plucked skin.
The turkeys are gone,

The turkeys are gone. 
Empty chairs,
Around tables full of plates
With only remnants of their plenty.
Doors open in an empty house,
Once full of laughter,
Now silent.
The turkeys are gone

I'm fine
                       But I'm hurting
I'm fine
                       But I'm bleeding
I'm fine
                       But I'm crying
I'm fine
                       But I'm dying
I'm fine
                       But I'm lying

My life's in vain
I'm going insane,
And I can't help feeling sad

I'm going bonkers,
I've fell off my rocker,
And I'm completely, utterly mad

Caught in confusion,
My minds a delusion,
And in the shadows I hide

My life's a mistake,
Filled with things that I break,
No matter how hard I tried

I'm not doing so well,
I'm going through hell,
They ignored my hapless pleas

I fell to the ground,
And wept without sound
They left my down on my knees

Away I was tossed,
And now I'm so lost,
I feel so wonderfully dumb

I cried my tears,
And I faced my fears,
But everything now is just numb

2 a.m knows my woes,
And as a write this prose,
A tear slides down my cheek

A sob breaks free,
And I whimper softly,
That I'm so pathetic and weak

My skin is stained,
From the blood that I drained,
From my wrist in a thin little line

I perfect a disguise,
With a smile full of lies
And everyone thought I was fine

My mind's in a whirl
The demon gave a slow curl
Of his bony skeletal finger

He crept up to me,
And smiled nastily,
"You'd be prettier if you were much thinner"

I smiled a fake smile,
And held on, for a while,
but my life was filled with strife

My blood was red,
And mixed with tears that I shed,
Left alone in the room with a knife

So I put on a mask,
and completed the task,
I placed the gun to my head

I curled my finger,
And pulled the trigger,
And In the end I was dead

The water scorches my skin.
I am sat on the floor of my shower for the umpteenth night in a row.
This water is too hot,
But I cannot muster the energy to turn it down;
(At least it feels like something, even pain)
I haven't looked away from the floor for ten minutes,
This patch of tile is burned into my memory.
The water is still too hot,
And I still have not turned it down.
The empty pit in my chest throbs cold.
I want to set a fire there but fire doesnt burn where there is no oxygen;
Only hell could fix this.
The water runs hotter than the blood in my veins.
I don't think I will turn it down.
Why wait for hell when I can burn here?

Why do you question why I am broken?

You made me this way;

You flung your words and hate at me like knives,

You scorn me, and turn your noses up.

You ignore my pain, except only when you are not mocking it.

You wonder why I am hard as stone, ice.

You ripped the softeness and warmth from my flesh, and this is all that was left.

You wonder why you made me like this.

The ice queen has taken her throne.

I'm alive,
                            I am dead inside.
I have met every goal,
                          Every hurt feeling,
For which I strive.
                                    I must hide.
I finally feel whole.  
                    Even caged birds sing.

You said you'd never hurt me;
That would be a lie.
You said that this was better;
But never told me why.

You said that I was perfect;
From the bottom to the top.
You said don't ever change;
But you, you wouldn't stop.

You said that you were sorry;
You said you had to go,
You said you said you said you said;
I gave up on that a long time ago.