I am a sad, sad
Character
With a smile that is
Upside-down
A frown owning
A crown.
Good-looking but not
Good on the
Inside.
My guts are black,
Brain fried, and
Eyes always
Crying.
Stature lacking
Confidence, finding it 
In the pants
Of others, and
At the bottom of
A bottle.
Seeking pleasure
With pain, hoping it'd
Make us equal.

I have a bone to pick with Fate.
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?

I started scribbling to help pass the night shifts
Soon the scribbles turned into poetry
Not particularly good poetry either
But I persevered, joined the poetry section on
A social networking site
That in turn led me to HP
Anyway I started posting here
Initially without a great deal of success
But I stuck at it and started to gain a following
My message to anyone who loses heart
Because nothing seems to be going anywhere
Is just stick at it
It happened for me, it will happen for you

We were short lived
But ******* we were beautiful

And it wasn't romantic
It wasn't even affectionate
It was incredibly excruciating
Nothing was okay
And needing someone to make it okay
Is not endearing
Because there is a difference
Between love and needing someone

I long for the day where I wake up happy and I'm no longer coughing up the blood of the demon attached to my lungs. When the lurking shadow of depression is no longer keeping my head under water.

i wanted to write about you
like my skin was on fire,
but i don't think that a boy like you belong in poems
you taste like black champagne,
and said i smelled like hot honey and wet leaves
you promised me the red morning sky,
but you aways slept to the early afternoon
you told me that i was everything you ever wished for,
but nothing you ever needed
when you touched me i knew the difference
between breathing and living
***** fingernails, morning coffee  and peaches
reminds me of you
i've never seen such blue eyes before