Nobody is born
With demons already living
It takes time
For them to fester
Inside your mind
Until they get into
Your imagination
Where they master
The art of sadness
To perfection

-a.s.

Being as high as I am,
I feel pretty **** low.
Manipulated to the point of not knowing right,
from wrong.
Family secrets unraveling slowly like a snake from sleep.
Poisonous fangs shooting out like lies.
Killing.
I'm no ones baby girl anymore.
I've become the monster hidden beneath my bed.
I'm an emotion disaster killing every living organism in my path.
Fall in love too slow,
too fast.
Have 991 on speed dial because sometimes,
the other half comes out.
No sleep,
no serenity,
no hope.
Satan's music blast through my devil ears,
sinning to the point being an angel,
is the worst in the book.
It crashed hard.
I could barely breath..
I've learned to use my heart when needed.
I've forgotten how.
For being as high as I am,
why do you make me so low?

I wish I had you.
Wish you could see me when I feel pretty
(Which is a rare occasion)
I want you to take wacky photos with me.
I wish you'd see the way I look at you.
Hear the way my heart screams out your name.
I wish your lips would meet mine again..
I want your kisses again.
Every song reminds me of you.
A memory too great to forget and too painful to remember.
Cuddling on your silky soft bed,
whispering how much we love each other.
The 3rd Soft Kitty song done slow.
When I look in the mirror,
I wish you were behind me,
staring back.
I want to play video games and act like kids who never knew what living meant!
I want you to compliment me when you want me to hurry up.
I want someone to dress up for.
I want your love.
Your heart,
your soul.
I wish I (h)ad you.