Festering wounds and swollen, blue bruises.
Hardened, glass tears that bleed and abhor.
Positive scribbles that unlock the day.
Translucent capes that forgot how to glide.
But a head held high, the blink of an eye.
These are the jewels in search for the treasure.

An empty cell,
The only light emerging from the small, barred window in the corner.
Slowly, but surely, the spaces grow smaller.
A light flickers off.

Silently,
Persistently -
She screams.

Illusion - muted echoes ring down.
They hear but don't listen.

Silently,
Persistently -
It beats.

Misunderstood - quiet tremors of pain shiver down.
They hear but don't believe.

Silently,
Persistently -
She fades.

This staircase -
These cold walls and concrete floors
Are the only things that understand.
My pen forms the words I cannot speak.
This staircase is all that will listen.
It cannot hurt me,
Because it cannot choose to not care.

But soon I will not be a burden to it or anyone else.
The twenty left will be used on me,
And I cannot wait for that day.

Sometimes I miss her,
Because she at least believed in something.
She had hope for herself
In spite of anything she felt or had to suffer through.
She found the worth in it.
She cared so much.

Then I pity her,
Because of her naivety
And how in the end, she was left with nothing.
So, I buried her.
Deep down, she's still there somewhere,
If you'd like to take the time to dig,
But she's barely breathing.
She cared too much,
And that's why she'll soon suffocate.

I don't want these ears.
They still hear the echoes.

I don't want these eyes.
They often get lost.

I don't want these lips.
They hold so much in.

I don't want this mind.
I thinks far too much.

I don't want these hands.
They've given up reach.

I don't want these legs.
They can never outrun.

I don't want this heart.
I've used it to death.

I don't want this life.
I've emptied it so.


I just want out.
Completely. Forever.

This weight upon my back
And this feeling in my chest
And this aching in my head,
It never goes away.
And this constant coat of anger
And the sickness that instills
And emotions contradicting,
They've all made me it's prey.

I can't do this anymore.
Life's not worth it anymore.

Spilling from wrists,
Staining on carpets,
Dripping from the knife left on the edge of the table
Is the blood poured out
Of the naïve, young heart,
Before beating strongly and slowly not able.

The immensity of love
She held in her heart
Caused her to harbor so much hate.
The world she’s come to
Know and live in
Is one that leaves no desire to wait.

Reaching through darkness
Was never success.
No one and nothing reached back for her.
So she took her own hand,
Hardened her soul,
Numbed her own pain, and they didn’t implore her.

Then she took her own knife
And stared at the reflection
Of the girl she’s come to hate and heed.
Reflections of them
Lie in her eyes,
The ones she called for, but her they don’t need.

It’s tragic when someone
Dies inside,
Screaming her loudest blood-curdling scream,
When outside they see
A pretty face,
The laugh of a life not what it seems.

And when someone shows care
And forces the help,
The last of her desires is to sit and listen
To anything and everything
She knows is true,
But her soul has blackened to a glassy glisten.

Do they regret it now?
Do they want to turn time?
Do they wish they could grab the hand that reached out?
Are they happy now
That she’s gone forever,
No longer a burden, stormy love turned drought?

She took her own hand,
And she took her own heart,
And she crushed her own soul till her dying eyes faded,
And she spilled her own blood,
And she took her own life,
First inside, now out, alone and unaided.

And she took their daughter,
And she took their friend,
And she took the girl not loved anymore,
And she took their student,
And she took their sister,
And she took the girl not feeling cared for.

She doesn’t blame any of them.
They just couldn’t save her from herself.
She’s broken herself for the last time.
She’s breathing her breath for the last time.
Feel all hints of life fade from her body...