A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

Silence around me, save for that drip. Drip. Dripping.
We both know what that is.
Your desperate, hopeless, scream inside me,
Ricocheting off the inside of my skull.
I can still hear you now,
Your coarse voice screaming out to no one in particular.
Do it again.
Your face is pretty, or handsome. Either or both.
It doesn’t matter anyway,
You can scream and send shivers of something, or everything, not anything, down my spine.
I’m polishing a blade opposite you.
I grip it, feeling the power and dominance strengthen my stance.
I dip into your pale blue eyes for a second,
The terror and pain making me smile.
My grin vanishes as I see more, deeper,
The dying glimmer of hope.
I grimace.
Slowly, the corner of my mouth turns again, as the blade glints in the flickering light.

You left "I love you" in my lungs,
so I chain smoked cigarettes to fill them with nicotine.

You left butterflies in my stomach,
so I guzzled *** to make them drown.

You left hope in my soul,
so I popped some pills to make it numb.

You left passion in my body,
so I expired my meals to make it disappear.

You left me with memories,
so I gave myself scars.

Her daddy once told her that just trying her best was enough,
She shook her head and said, "Everything is just so tough."

Her momma once told her she could be anything she dreamed.
She rolled her eyes and said, "That world is make-believe."

Her best friend once told her she was the greatest companion she had.
She scoffed and said, "If that's true, it's pretty bad."

A boy once told her she was the prettiest girl he ever saw.
She smiled and blushed, but said, "That's not true at all."

She didn't see it - all her potential.
All she saw were eyes that were fearful.
She didn't see it - all the love they had for her.
All she saw was a mental sickness with no cure.
She didn't see it - all the life she still had to live.
So across her wrist, that shiny blade slid.

Red, sticky red,
It laced through her fingers,
staining her t-shirt,
but not releasing her demons.

Red, sticky red,
It let her down,
dripping onto the tile,
but no release was found.

After realizing the mistake she just made,
she bandaged up her wrist and got on with the day.
Her daddy and momma, they asked no questions,
oblivious of their sweet little girl's deadly intentions.

The fingertips upon my neck stunk of stale cigarettes
the breath upon my face of smoke. I  handed over my
dreams with such disdain. My mind was elsewhere, was
I to blame? The moon above me soothed my mind as the
tears rolled down my face, hurt I could not hide. Now I'm
such a mean girl, he took my life, ruined my world.