Tissues tear under pressure.

As careless onlookers try to breathe in

the air of something fresher.



Self-satisfied glares under

the gaze of a doily umbrella.

They mutter "Oh that poor Cinderella!"




Rotting flowers falling from an empty hand.

Not caring on which grave

they land.



A flowing dress stiffened from a hard heart.

Lying beneath the dirt

is this dying art.



Powered blue sorrow drifting from caked eyes.

Lying on the frosted grass

this love's demise.



Translucent wings ******* blue veins from the back.

A halo is what

this dead girl lacks.



Wilted dandelions wrapped round the neck with love.

Choking and cloaking a man's

abusive glove.


A lovers' kiss won't wake

this sleeping beauty.

But a suitors love did break


both soul and body.

I know I shouldn't
But I must
The craving
It is just too much
The taste of sugar on my tongue
All I need is just one
To feed my desire
To fuel my fire
A little taste of chocolate
To send me on a tasty rocket
Maybe a spoon of caramel
It won't be very harmful
And a perfect little cookie
To make me a diet rookie
Just a taste
Just a lick
Anything to make me tick
So who cares, if I'm on a diet

No
Not again
No more laughs
And painful attacks
No more hurting
And friend deserting
It's not worth it
If he won't love me a bit
Not with every thing I have eaten
It's not worth being beaten
By me
Because he doesn't love the way everyone will see
No more sugar
No more sweets
Only vegetables
And green beans
But the taste
No
But the smell
No
But the emptiness, I just can't quell
Oh well
Diets are for losers anyway
Like me