Pain is subjective
Showing it is selective

The mind
denies,

The eye
cries,

The heart
tries—
Not to feel— not at all.

Thorns may be undesirable
but it doesn't overshadow
the beauty of a rose

Maybe if you wipe the tears
From your eyes
You'll see the beauty of years
unravel and arise.

And maybe,
If you wipe the tears from your eyes
You'll come to realize
Why you never wanted to visualize
The agony that underlies--
them

she asked her mother
"why,
does the sun set?
why,
do the lights go out?
why,
do the doors close?
and why
do people leave?"
well child,
with every sunset, comes a break of dawn.
and dark rooms is where we dream till the sun comes out.
and with every closed door, a new door awaits to be opened.
and people come and go, but we can choose to keep them within.
as for me, i will be here, right here, till the end.

I held your hand
strongly, yet softly.

My fingers, were wrapped around yours
Together, they slid back and forth.

At times,

My nails pierced your skin,
as you tried hold my hand within

I'm a danger to you,
and so I've always been

Food.

A friend I can always count on
Doesn't ask for commitment,
Yet I'm committed

Oh my delightful treat!
My hunger you delete
to you no one can compare
people come and go but you're always there

because of you my pain is eased
all my craving's deceased

Forget those foolish humans
Together we rule!

And yes! because of you,
Weight I will gain
But never will I hide with disdain.

Food.

The only thing you bring more than joy,
Is all the sadness you destroy.

If you ever feel rejected by perfection,
know that perfection isn't even an invention.


Perfection only exists in the eyes of critics,
in the imagination of teenage girls,


in the harsh judgements of your surrounding,
and in the person you someday wish to become.

Guns, Rifles, Bombs, and Knives
Have taken away countless lives,

but all those mighty weapons cannot compete
with the one weapon, the true hurtful defeat.

Words.

Sharper than any knife.
So hurtful, that they may cause one to intentionally end their life

Because the worst kind of death is not that within the grave,
the worst kind of death is dying while still being alive

When you pray during every suicide attempt that you wont survive.

That, is when you know that you are already dead.

And that....

is the worst kind of death.

Starve.

I've filled your hunger once before,

But no
Not any more

Starve.

Till your heart runs dry
Out of *love

Out of glee

Out of me...

You are as bright as the sun, but my pupils will always dilate for you.