When the razor doesn't hurt anymore,

When you can't do anything to even the score.

Your heart is jet black when they don't come back;

You're always wondering what you lack.



The blood trickles down your arms as the tears do down your face;

You're the one, you're the disgrace. The wasted unit of space.

You're the black sheep and your wool is tainted,

This image of macabre has been repeatedly painted.



The pain in your heart has left you battered and slain;

But in edgewise, the last thing you want to do is complain.

So you **** it up and you smile; that ought to hold them off a while.

You want to scream with every excruciating mile.



Finally you let the scream escape your heart;

That's when the bloodshed does start.

Your screams only grow in volume from here; the stabs you feel are just like spears.

You just can't take it anymore, it's not like anyone can hear.



You take this knife, six and a half inches long; you hold it to your throat in despair.

There is no feeling in the world you would dare to compare.

Drag it hard, make it count; a loved one you will always be without.

That's the one you've been crying about.



The scarlet sprays; a gorgeous colour.

Your body hidden alone in this cellar.

Your heart, stagnant and deathly black.

No one knows, but you aren't coming back.

As the blood drips off of her knuckles,

All she can do is smile.

Her heartbeat is going at the speed of light,

Her victim doesn't appear to be conscious.



As she tries to regain her aloof composure,

All her hands do is shake.

Her face is locked in a satisfied smirk,

Her violent fix has been met.



As her victim bleeds from the face,

All she can do is worry about her knuckles being stained.

Her knuckles are split open severely,

Her smirk hasn't left.



As she washes her ****** hands,

All everyone did was stare.

Her mind is racing with emotion,

Her mood is full of pride.



She didn't want to have to hurt her,

But it was simply meant to happen.

Now, her blood was spilled,



Now all she can do is beam.

I wished on every fallen eye lash,
I wished on every star,
But it seems like every time I try,
I gain just one more scar.

I can't take your pity.
You don't have to forgive me for my sins.
The only thing I ask of you,
Is can you please just be my friend?

You are no better than me or them;
We are all the same.
But only when your knife is in my back,
is the time you're content.

You shout harsh words,but we're the same.
You hurt,just like me,
and when you're hurt,you bleed.
I bled for you.

You were caught up in your own little games,
and you wouldn't even listen when I said,
"My soul died that night."

You wonder what Happened.
Why can't I speak?
Because all your words were hurtful,
When I'm hurt,I bleed.

But you don't understand,
the scars are making me weak.
I can't take your pity.
You don't have to forgive me for my sins.

The only thing I ask of you,
Is can you please,just be my friend.
I'm lying in the darkness.
You're hiding from yourself.
If you were my friend,
You never would have left me on the shelf.

The tears I shed are for the ones you've failed
to shed on your own.
They're not only mine, they're theirs as well.

Your family.
Your friends.
And you.

I tried to help you break down the wall,
But every chance you watched me fall.
I wished on every fallen eye lash,
I wished on every star,
But it seems like every time I try
I gain just one more scar.

I'll be waiting in the darkest corner
when you finally realize who you are.
While you are out there living your life,
Just remember;my soul died that night.

Give it some time yours is on its way.
As you're slowly trying to salvage the remains,
I'll be waiting, while I'm filling out your

Death certificate.

It's one of those nights when I can't sleep,

you're appearing everywhere when I begin to count sheep



I think of your smile and my heart speeds,

I'm feeling erratic and neurotic as I clutch onto my sheets



Together we've committed the perfect crime,

I stole your heart and you stole mine,

you're my drug and I'm heavily addicted,

every syringe, every thin powdery white line;

all of it just puts me into a deeper addiction



You're the original sin,

Here I am shooting up again

I don't know if loving you this much is healthy,

But baby, I really don't give a ****



If your world comes crashing down,

I'll be here with tape to put it all back together

Everything will be fine now, just smile and hold my hand



You and I together can change the world.

My perception is going now,

It seems as if I can't hear a sound.



Cars fly past me, I'm still here,

from the moment that you left me, dear.



I'm screaming and no one can hear me,

everything I thought was wrong; completely.



All your lies all falling around your feet,

Even your façade every time we would meet.



Why would you lie so explicitly?

Was I so blinded by emotion that I couldn't see?



I guess you lied when you said "I love you too."

Now here I lay, bruised and scarred;



No one can stitch these fatal wounds.

She holds her composure better than me,

And yet she's falling apart.



I can see a bit of purple around her eye,

where her foundation didn't cover.

She's always in long sleeves,

to cover the bumps and the scars.



She's in so much pain, yet she smiles.

She's got a round bump under her shirt,

But it isn't from a boyfriend or an act of passion.



She used to be called anorexic,

when the reality was, she didn't have food to

feed herself, nor the child she is being forced to carry.



She is missing chunks of her long blonde hair.

She only has three outfits.

Her only pair of shoes are plagued with tears and holes.



Her blue jeans are covered in crimson stains,

beyond her façade she's screaming.



And yet, despite all of these things she's enduring;



She just puts on a big smile,

And pretends everything is okay.

The old oak stands in a quiet clearing, covered in a blanket of grass and wildflowers.

A soft breeze rustles the ancient branches and makes the grass dance.

The peaceful serenity is broken by soft footsteps and bubbles of laughter.

Two lovers approach the old oak hand-in-hand.

The couple reflects the true meaning of contentment.

Their smiles radiate the warmth of the love between them.

They lay under the oak, huddled tight.

Together, entwined in the arms of one another,

The lovers slowly fade away…