And it wasnt until she started crying,
until I realized how broken she was.
-a.w-

I went from writing "her" on fine lined paper, to writing "her" in fine lines on my skin.
-a.w-

Things have changed a lot,
once a human in existence,
now a desperate soul crying out "help."
The sounds are never heard,
just as an ants footsteps.
She cries, yet nobodies choices to help her reflect.
"Different" is what they called her,
"lonely" is how they saw her,
and
"hopeless" is how she saw herself.
We were connected somehow,
not by fate,
but by similarities.
-a.w-

"How can you love two people at once?"
"I don't know, but I do."
"You obviously don't know what love is."
"No, I do. "
She has my mind, you have my heart.
-a.w-

the simple truth
of my youth:

i loved sadness
adored its madness

i abhorred its distance
abused its existence

until it developed resistance
and trapped me
with its persistence

i admired it
simply because
it never left me.

Just one more cut
but I've been clean for 2 months
Just one more, you won't have to feel the pain any more
isn't life unbearable? Just one more cut, and you'll feel better
okay
once I start, I can't stop
more, more, more
I need more
all along my arms, my thighs, my shoulders
Deeper, I need to cut deeper, to make the relief last
I can't believe how pathetic I am, I never stay clean long
I guess that's why its called an addiction
I'm a hollow shell, and somehow this silver little blade fills me up with relief and happiness for at least a short little time.