Your eyes. They hypnotize me.
Perfect in a way I can't seem to describe.
Blue, speckled gold with green.
I can stare into them, and stare deep into your soul, it seems.
They tell me you've never felt this way about anything.
Or anyone.
Except me.

Have you ever tried to put together a puzzle,
But lost the last piece?
Well, I guess you could say I'm that last piece.
Finally found after endless searching.
And now, the puzzle is complete.
Every piece fits perfectly.
And it makes a very vivid image of your smile, and bright eyes.

They remind me of an ocean,
With the sun peaking just over the horizon,
Making the water sparkle gold,
And completely beautiful.
They remind me of summer time,
Where grass is green and the sun shines bright.
They remind me of happiness. The happiness you provide me.

A bright eyed boy, that made a stormy eyed girl step out of the shadows,
And remember the good things in life.
She's no longer tempted to bring razor blades to her wrist,
Instead, she'll pick up a paintbrush and paint on a canvas that isn't her skin,
And share with the world, the art that this bright eyed boy inspires.
Example one, being,
This poem, about him.

Oh, darling.

Sweet one, you've not a clue,
of the things I wish.

The things,
the things I wish upon you.

Maybe not then, but definitely now,
after all that you've put me through.

May you wake on a bed of nails,
and watch in horror as they press into your skin.

May your hair catch fire and burn to your scalp,
oh darling, may you never have hair again.

I'm done wishing well,
and hoping things work out.

The strings inside this girl have broken,
may the unraveling begin.

Summer staggered in like bruises
purple accents swelling under skies pigment,
sunlight dripping like red death
from hemophelic skin.
Midnight showers somersault,
into morning haze.
Lightning cracks in jagged edges,
leaving lines of wonder on tormented skin.

Autumn came and brought sorrow,
took away my fondest feelings,
and made me learn perseverance,
to be rewarded with a hand to hold,
someone to whisper sweet nothings to,
and hold me up when the marionettes have failed.

Winter brought bitter cold,
numb skin, and cracked lips,
yet somehow the butterflies still live,
in my stomach.

Can anyone hear the whispers of a vacant mind?
I believe it would sound something like, the crash of the tides,
on a hot summer night,
and I let this fill me up like the fullest cup, from which I drink your poisoness blood,
only to fall to the ground, finding there was no real reason, for this deed to be done,
for there is never any reason, for such an unjustified suicide,
but then again, who would ever take time to justify, the unjustifiable,
and to which mind this makes any sense, I do not know,
but from this pen, my words do flow,
and to anyone who reads them, I wish you luck, in unraveling the riddles of my tounge,
and who would have ever known, there was anyone so wise, all while being so young?

And no, this is not me saying I am any wiser than most,
I'm just going on what I've been told,
feel free to argue, like do most,

Now I will take this time, to make a toast,
to anyone who has ever done me wrong, for you are the ones who have made me so strong,
and while you may think I hate you, you are ever so wrong,
and now I take the time to thank you, for all that you've done,
because without all of your hate, I wouldn't be the person I am today,
and while they say sticks and stones only break bones,
I've used the ones thrown at me, to build an inpenetrable wall,
in which I hide behind, plotting my revenge,
for while I said I didn't hate you, that doesn't mean we're friends,

So going back to the question at hand,
can anyone hear the whispers of a vacant mind?
I do believe it may sound like the crash and fall of the tide,
and as the waves crash, just know, you're listening, to the contents of, my ever so, *vacant mind.

Even if just for a moment,
I want to touch the most intimate
parts of your soul with my tongue
and taste what its like for you
to be with me.

Cloudy days and rainy nights,
Filled with terror,
Filled with fright,
Just knowing ,
You could come back.
Makes me shake.
And theres no way ,
To stop you,
No way at all,
Cloudy days,
And rainy nights,
Please don't cause me
Pain tonight

Sitting here,
Cryin,
Thinking about,
What kind of a god would do this to you
What did you do,
To deserve this,
Your hospitalized,
Immobilized,
And for a while,
You couldn't even speak,
So I'm sitting here cryin,
Asking god why,
You got the hand you were dealt,
And if he could take it all back again,
I'm just sitting here cryin,
Wonderin why

Staring at the clock,
Waiting for you,
Missing you,
Is like a disease,
With no cure,
It slowly kills me

Your warm embrace,
Always,
Puts a smile on my face,
And when times are tough,
I always know,
Your here, waiting,
For me to collapse
Into your stong arms
**** everyone
Seperating me
From you,
Reflecting on that,
You have to know,
That when you die,
I'll want to die too.

Those scars.
Those cuts on your wrist.
They show the pain you've felt.
They tell stories of the past.
Of a time not so long ago.
Times of terror and struggle.
Times of great pain.
But for every dark side there is a light.
Those stories of sorrow are rewritten.
With one single kiss of my lips.
For each kiss I rewrite those stories.
The ones of us.
Tales of beauty and passion.
Tales of love and peace.
I'll always be there sitting and cutting my hands on the broken glass of her heart that shatters when she runs that razor on her wrist.
But thats okay.
Because in the end that heart will have my name written across it.
Because Im the one who is there to pick up the pieces.
This is not a poem of sorrow.
Not pain.
Not sadness.
But a poem of promise and love.
A poem to make the pain go away.
Darling I promise, I swear.
Darling, you'll be okay.

I yearn,
To feel the blade against my skin.
I need that metallic feel,
But I know I mustn't give in.
Because after all I've fought for,
It just wouldn't be worth it.

I wish,
I could just give it one more go.
Draw one more dark red line,
On the canvas that is my pale wrist.
But I won't succumb to temptation,
Because its gotten me nowhere in the past,
And it's also part of my current problem.
Plus, short term relief is a one way train to addiction.
And I don't need that.

Desires aren't always healthy,
That lessons been learned and reviewed.
Why on earth would I want to forget?

Maybe she's overthinking,  
Maybe its just a passing phase,
Maybe she's just crazy,

This may be the reasoning for every one,
Of her violent moodswings,
Going from happy,
To chaotically sad, in passing minutes,  
Maybe she's gone mad,  
Maybe, just maybe, she does belong in a ******* jacket,  
Locked away,
In a prison like enviornment,  
Who knows, and who really cares,
We all live to die anyway,  
May as well live to be crazy,
Maybe she just needs to be put away,

Somebody make her realize this isn't healthy,
She shouldn't be yelling at walls, and hitting things,  
None the less, she really shouldn't be thinking the way she does,
About shiny little metal things,  
That make all the pain go away,
For a minute anyway,
Oh well, either way, shes still ******* crazy

Don't deny her mental state,
Don't act like I can't see past the mask,
I know, I can see it in her eyes,  
Its not hard to miss,
Shes ******* insane.

She's as mad as a hatter,
You can't deny her that,
Because as a matter of fact,
She does need a ******* jacket,
Because,
**Shes just that crazy

Drag me by the heartstrings,
so I can learn to feel again,
so I no longer lay emotionless,
in this self diagnosed depression,

Beaten and broken in so many ways,
it was me who decided I need to change,
no longer will tears fall like acid rain,
because I'm just now remembering, I've got a life to maintain,

So go on, drag me by the heartstrings,
teach me to feel again,
I'm so sick of laying emotionless,
in this grave I dug,

Feels as if nothing is real anymore,
life is just a figment of my perception,
and im falling into the blackness of my imagination,
that can only draw light on the darkest thoughts,
in the **** nation,
I call my abyss of a mind,

Can we forget all the pain?
is it possible to pick up and move on, yet again?
or have I just gone insane,
is this really life?
or just the figment of a broken mind,

Please, I beg, drag me by the heartstrings,
teach me whats real again.

And for hours,
I sat in this same lonely corner of my head,
remembering what it was like to call you my happiness.
I've forgotten to feed the dog,
and the plants in the window wither,
right before my crust-filled eyes; they are not important.
Nothing is important,
when I'm remembering how
the curve of your neck felt like home,
and my fingers used to fit perfectly within your own.
I found myself sneaking up to your bedroom tonight,
and crying with drought worthy eyes,
when I saw you had taken my picture down.
The text message I sent wishing you well,
has not yet been found, and I am very aware
that you most likely ignored it,
as you have been ignoring me.
I don't know what hurts more,
the thought of never speaking to you again,
or the feeling of other peoples ******* pity.
The never ending string of questions,
"are you okay?"
"feeling better?"
"have you been sleeping?"
I'm simply wondering what the point of asking is,
when you already heard the answer yesterday,
as well as the ******* day before that:
no
I'm still looking for distractions,
whether it's in school work, or friends,
or walks along busy main roads,
tiptoeing along the insanity that is,
four hours of sleep, three cups of coffee, two ibuprofen,
and one lousy apple to eat; repeat.
My days are numbered,
at least until I find the strength
to eat for more than the lowest class of survival.
You took away my appetite with your lies.
my stability is about as easy to find
as that needle in the hay stack called life.
Anxiety causes me to memorize breathing patterns,
and inhale so deeply my lungs may burst,
but my heart rate still spikes whenever I hear your name,
and remember that we used to be known as a couple,
now people are asking me to move on,
but I'm still wearing the jewelry,
still cringing at the thought of you gone,
still sleeping with the ******* teddy bear;
you are apparently better without me in your hair.
I am deeply damaged; you are repaired.

My head is a ward
of things unknown to the normal one.
Insults trace my skin preparing
for entrance.
Words like a knife to skin,
You poison the mind.
With the scalpel in hand,
You enter the black box in my head,
And hit record, preparing for
the end of me.

One moment,
Suspended in time,
Your hand fills mine,
The rest of the world is
Gone,
All thats left,
Is you,
and me,
For what I hope will be
An eternity

Color me a pretty shade,
of blood and gore,
come on and scare me,
until I can take no more,

Shake me up and rattle me hard,
make the air leave my lungs,
let me see the way you do,
out of your eyes come bugs,

In this place of fright,
come one, come all,
and stay a night,
for everyone who enters,
will have the time of their lives,

Do you think you can handle it?
or is it too much to bear?
come on don't chicken out,
everyone needs a good scare.