Such beauty from such youth. I see you there in the midst of the field of the park, dancing and playing  as if nothing bad could ever happen. Little do you know your freedom shall soon be snatched away in one quick swipe. No longer will you have the ability to breathe the fresh air you've grown up knowing. Just a few hours from this second you will be jammed into a space along with a half a dozen others just like you. Maybe from different areas of other parks, even a few from their own houses, but all just as pretty. There's something special about you though. Something in the way you reach toward the sky while you move that makes me just not able to walk away. Maybe I'll give you a special place or maybe I'll give you to a girl I know. She always loves the slender ones like you. Don't worry she'll treat you well. Give you what you need to survive right up until that day you die. I've never been very good at remembering to feed and care for the ones I've kept. Sometimes if there's something really special about them I'll give them extra care but  that only lasts until I find a new one. A new beauty to bring home and make mine. A new one that looks like no other I've seen before. One like you. You're perfect. All alone, no one else watching. You're mine. You're the newest addition to my collection. Hush now and be at peace for soon you shall be among those who know how you feel. Others who have been plucked from what they know. Picked to make a complete strangers house a home. You will mean nothing to me, you probably won't even make it to the weekend. I guess that's just the chance I have to take when I choose you to be the next flower for my bouquet.

I want to love you. No, not in a physical way or even in the way a husband loves his wife. I want to love you in a way usually only little kids and grandparents can. I want you to be my best friend and my other half not just my lover. I want to walk hand in hand no matter where we go so everyone can see how I feel about you. Lay in bed late at night lights off and voices low and talk on the phone until one of us falls asleep. Just a look into your eyes will tell me you love me in the same way I do you. Go out with friends to play hide and seek but we know each other so well we always find each other first. Come up with silly nicknames no one else would understand. You would be Snugglepuss and I would be Bunnybear. A love that we would get teased about by our friends but we would know they were just jealous. A kiss on the cheek could mean as much as a million on the lips. Run home after school and send you a message to tell you I miss you even though I just saw you. Even though I know you won't respond until after your afternoon nap. Every morning first thing I do is send you a good morning and last thing I do every night is wish you sweet dreams. Make up inside jokes that make us look like we're crazy. From chainsaw to beep and even just making animal noises back and forth. Sit and write each other letters to hand back and forth to say anything we can't put into words while we sit with our fingers interlaced and your head on my shoulder. Make each other promises and pinky swears we would never grow apart and we would end our time together only once God made us. Even though we're too young to know for sure we're also too carefree when we're together to bother worrying about it. A love so innocent and true no amount of stupid fights or drama could hurt it. I don't want to get with you I just want to love you.

Do you hear that snapping and cracking? That's the sound of the world finally getting to be too much for her tiny shoulders to hold up. So many people can pass by thinking they know her yet none of them stops and offers to help her with the load she's bearing. They think she can handle her world on her own plus help them with theirs when it gets even the tiniest crack in it. People look at her like she's just another teenage girl dealing with the stereotypical problems shown in the movies. Thinking all she has to worry about is if she's skinny or pretty enough. Not knowing the scars she hides. Not knowing her past or even her present. They can't see the rain hidden behind her fake backdrop of a sun shinning brighter than ever thought possible. To 99% of the onlookers she's happy. Yet to the 1% of the people who truly know her, they can tell she's on the edge with one foot off. Hanging from a series of threads being cut one by one. Each cut could be the last. All it takes is on slice in the wrong spot or at the wrong depth and down she'll plummet right into the grave the people too busy to read her eyes have dug for her. People come and people go but in her eyes they all leave one thing behind. They leave their knives sticking out not only of her back but also her heart. She'll let anyone into her life but only the lucky ones get to see inside her heart. She can't understand why no body seems to be there when she needs them. All she knows is she needs help but is completely unaware of how to get it. So she sits and calls out to anyone and everyone. Hoping and praying that maybe just one of them will stop and help. Maybe even care for once. Instead of get what they want and bail. Boulders are crashing down all around her while her arms are dropping lower and lower every second she stands alone. Her world is disappearing right in front of her eyes and she has no idea how to fix it. Soon it'll be nothing but the dirt and stones they will use to cover her broken armed and souled body. Her voice is fading and soon no matter how loud she yells nothing will come out. She will be at peace and will no longer be able to hurt herself. Soon it will be over. Soon everyone will realize just how broken her world really was.

Love looks so good on you, it gives you a glow I had never seen before. A spark in your eye that looks as if it is able to ignite a flame that could burn down the entire forest we used to walk through together. Now I kind of wish it would so I could sit back and watch then dance upon the ashes the way we used to dance whenever we heard a slow song. I fell for your smile and was willing to break my back just to feel it against my lips, but now all I see is it pressed to his and all the sudden the only thing breaking is my heart. The pieces lay scattered around me as I sit in the same spot I used to lay reading the notes we would trade back and forth. Surrounded by the words you wrote upon the old folded up papers from the day we met to the day you left. Now all that are left of those words are the ashes from the flame we once had. The knives you covered with venom before slashing me with are now the very same knives I have to resist using upon myself day after day. Our song playing on the radio used to make me fly higher the clouds we would watch laying upon the hill together. Today the lyrics are more like an alarm clock ringing right in the best part of my favorite dream, no matter how hard I try I can't ignore it and it automatically crushes my mood. I hate to admit it but looking back I suppose my friends were right, you were never good for me, you were the poison when I thought you were my antidote. You still course through my veins though, maybe that's why no matter how hard I try and no matter how far I run you stick right there in the back of my mind slowly driving me closer to the edge of insanity. The line between the truth and an absolute lie is so thin with you that I don't know if you ever actually cared or if I was just your pawn in the game of chess you continually played to get him back. No hard feelings though right, we both walked away with something from the hell we called us, you got him and I got the knowledge that I should never trust another person as completely as I trusted you. They say the best things in life are free and maybe it should've been a sign when no matter where we were or what we were doing you wanted money for something. I wish nothing but the best for you even after all this time and energy you stole from me. Whether you ever actually cared about me or not, its no secret that I truly did love you. Hell somewhere in the scorched remains of what you left of my heart I probably still do. Love never dies even when it makes you wish you could. One day I'll love again and when I do no matter how badly I wish I could say I hope she'll remind me nothing of you I can't because not everything about you was bad. The way you showed a passion for what you cared about, the fire I felt from your soul and the way you gave your all to others even when they didn't deserve it. It inspired me, made me want to become a better person and change the way I was living. Ironically you may have saved me, pulled me out of the way of the bullet, just to take the gun and bash me over the head with it. I guess what I'm saying is I never want to see you hurt the way you made me hurt, but I also never want you to come back around because if you do I don't know if I could resist the fire in your eyes, kiss and touch, and I've been burnt by you enough.

I can feel the walls closing in. I have never seen a more blackened

darkness. A silence so deep I can hear the mice and the cockroaches

running alone the floor. The guards come to get me and bring me to the

long walk. Iʼm walking the White Mile and I can see the horrified faces of

the others. I was framed, I didnʼt do anything wrong. The door is getting

closer and closer. I try to stop in my tracks but these monsters wonʼt let me.

They keep pushing me towards that door. No matter how many times I

shout that Iʼm innocent it makes no difference. Iʼm just feet away from the

door now. One last chance. I stop and pivot and just as Iʼm about to take off

running and never look back. The one person I thought was on my side

grabs my arm. I canʼt believe it. Itʼs my own mother. Now sheʼs making me

go towards the door. I donʼt understand, she said it wouldnʼt be this bad.

She told me it would all be okay. The door is just an arms length away. Iʼm

only ten years old so why am I being treated like a mass murderer? I hear

the sadistically evil laugh coming from the doctor behind the door. Iʼm

getting the three lethal injections or as others may call it, the flu shot.