I know exactly where I stand with the blade, sharply edged
I know where I'm going
But look at my heart, so dark and damaged
I am lost in a labyrinth of my own undoing
Trapped by hopelessness and voices screaming of my demise
They cry out that nothing will ever be okay
But I continue to search for the end of this maze to my own surprise
Searching for signs of joy such as laughter and children at play
But these dark voices scream louder, consuming my hope
And around my neck they try tying a rope
But I continue to run, not out of fear
But because I know there will always be a warm light at the end
And with all of my friends and family guiding me there
I run faster, and into the arms of all who are deemed family and friend

"I couldn't miss you anymore than this".
But I was wrong.
That missing keeps on growing.
Now, 5 months since I last saw you.
And I miss you, everyday.

I do not have as much time on this earth
as I would like, I am twenty years old
and each year seems like it lasted no more
than mere seconds. In a month I will be twenty-one,
In a lifetime I'll be dead.
Whatever will I do in-between now and then?
"Just remember to fall in love,
There's nothing else,
There's nothing else".
Sometimes I'm afraid
I've forgotten how,
The only thing I feel
is this fake empathy
attaching itself to everything around me,
Stinging me, wondrously. I'm not sure
whether I believe if this is truly reality
or just misplaced sense-attachments?
I'm questioning my actuality again,
The sense which connects realities;
The accuracy of interpretations to
these many given representations.
"Will I ever love again?" he asked
of himself, foolishly, as if begging
for that insanity. I am a lost cause;
The first one said I wasn't broken enough,
Well now that I'm beyond repair I've gotta ask,
What is love(? (hahaha!)

"You haven't changed" are the words I had on my mind, hanging on the tip of my tongue but I didn't voice it because I knew you'd lie and say nor have I.

I've changed in ways I never imagined, I can't bare to look at myself now because when I see my reflection, there's someone looking back at me that I don't know.

There's no hope for a fresh start and the times we had were over fast but still I reminisce in a time I often wished had lasted.

No truly you haven't changed you still have that breathtakingly beautiful face, your soul still breathes virtue, your personality is still what every girl strives to be.

Perfection doesn't ever come close to what you are, but I'm glad I'm no longer the reason for your scars. I miss you just as much as I want to kiss you again just like I did in the past, when you were my first kiss, true love and we were discussing having kids.

I wasn't perfect and I let you down a lot, but understand that you once believed perfection is what I was. Unfortunately I was not who you expected I was, and still I wish I had stopped making you cry when I was meant to be your shoulder to cry on. I hated being the reason that we needed to stop feeling what we felt because I still cry a lot.

We talk in whispered tongues, about seven words a month but you don't know how much I wish it was the three that we used to say to each other a lot.

I don't know what this is a poem, a story, I don't know it doesn't really rhyme and the words I use are basic but honestly I need to get this off my chest.

I love you still and have never stopped, it's just a shame that everything is lost.

To sink, is to fall -
slowly and agonizingly,
longing for death -
an escape from the pain.

HELP!
Why can't I just die?

The deeper I sink,
the fewer people can save me,
and the fewer people try.
I am left to sink into the darkness and the cold.

Every breathless moment feels like an eternity.
I struggle to force the freezing water out of my lungs.

Here, I am doomed to remain -
forever sinking deeper,
constantly dying, never dead.
Unless...

Someone can dive down into the depths,
and pull me out of my prison,
my grave.

Please...
Save me...