Down, down, down the deep,
As i cry and weep.
But nothing could mend this,
Heart, that beats so old and weary.

The knife, a dreadful sharp,
Creeps into my lonesome heart.

Demons like to play pretend,
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
The lights go off again,
Will this madness ever end?

He asked me again, and still my answer was, "yes". Then he looked at me as if he was unsure if i were truly telling him the truth, and then asked me again. Still my answer was the same, "yes, i want to die".

It hurts to feel,
Even the happiest of things.
A heart bound to break,
life controlled by ache.
Words replaced with guilt,
Secrets told only out of lies.
Kissed by torment,
Felt by mourn.

Why?
Does it hurt to feel?

This life is often so very trite
I might just end it all tonight.
A feeling so often felt within a heart that stopped beating a very long time ago.
So-
I ask myself, if it is worth it?
Life alone?
Cold lips; never missed.
Or will I be?
Maybe so,
But even though,
Is it really worth it?
silence in a seat, weep, weep, weep
I will until I'm all alone, locked away within a home.
Among these walls, bricks and wishes to be free, for just a day.
Might I may-
Say-
I don't belong.

Eerie minded little girl,
Oh-
How she loves to forget.
To lose herself amongst her ponders,
Her mysterious lonley wonders.
Beautiful daydreams,
Black and white horror scenes.
Ailing wants for what she will never have.
A grin that hides at the corner of her lips-
Blood stains her tiny finger tips-
She see's the beauty behind what she's doing.

They scream to thank her.
They die to show her-
There's beauty hiding within the corners of death; though not many people can see those costly beauty's.

My mind is quiet as I creep through the hall.
It speaks behind me
I slip and fall.
It's grabs my feet and drags me below,
****, dying feels good.