There is nothing poetic about the way I am hopelessly in love with you
It may sound beautiful to be so infatuated with someone
That you can't sleep, and all you can think about is them
It may sound pretty to see them with no flaws at all
It may look like something that you want
To have someone stimulate your well being
To love someone so much that you feel as if
You cannot live without them
But it is not beautiful
Especially when you do have to live without them
Especially when you have to watch them feel this way
About someone else

Alone in the darkness,
I held on tightly
to myself
as my heart raced.

Feverishly
building to a crescendo
with heightened-breathing,
I kissed the sky
& painted
the air
a brilliant shade
of bliss.

(Then I watched a burning star fall
to its death)

I guess i was wrong..
I was once right..
Ur the wrong i thought was right..
The right tht went so wrong..
The love so wrongfully right...

The battle is over
my blade is broken
all of my arrows
have long been spent

Blood runs like a river
my flesh burnt ,
bones broken , flesh cut ,
stabbed and divided

And on my knees
I face my Victor
asking no grace
I the conflictor

Waiting for the inevitable
every second labored
would you do the honor
end it now and not later

>Last time I ate a full meal and kept it down: two days ago.

>Last time I cut: last night.

>Last time I took medicine I shouldn't of: two weeks ago.

>Last time I tried to end it all: Maybe a month ago?

>Last time I cried: Last night.

>Last attack: Last night.

>Last time I thought about suicide: 20 minutes ago?

>Last time I got angry:  *30 minutes ago?