I felt the loss, now i'm exposed to fear
The end is coming near

All I need is you to hear me
The words that i'm saying are dire

I need you to hear

My last thoughts are of pure faith and desire
Why can't you hear me?

My last step;
My last breathe

Here I am
Open, and wounded

Needing some swooning, craving pain

The loss of my past, predicting the aching pain of lost love and relation

I'm here; waiting
Patiently waiting

Needing, and pleeding

The last dose

The one that makes my heart implode

Destruction

My needs are unconquerable

That mask you wear,
I know you wear it.
I've seen you without it,
you look beautiful without it.

So, please, take off the mask,
there is no need for it.
You, just you, is all I need to
love you.

Cupid is my homie
He likes to keep me high
Filling me with arrows
Every day
And every night
You might just call me foolish
Im inclined to think the same
But i saw her at a bus stop
I dont even know her name
We locked eyes for a moment
And her smile seemed to say
Ill love you til tomorrow
And then ill fade away

"my parents warned me about drugs on the street, but never the ones with green eyes and a heartbeat."

We are all ****** anyways...

Shiny soft medal between my fingers, so sharp and slick.

Like a drug you're used again and again till I pass out of blood loss.

Constantly on my mind like a new lover, such a dreadful thing yet my only medication.

Hurting to only relive broken hearts and condensed souls.

Just as deadly as a cigarette in the mouth; life slowly fades from my wrists and thighs.

*Buts it's okay.. I wanted to die anyways.

Smoke a blunt, roll a joint, light a pipe, fill a ****. You take away that awful feeling inside of me. Numbing the pain when metal tears my pink flesh into an array of ****** lines and designs. Forgetting the feeling of ripping my arms and thighs apart the next morning because the marijuana was to strong. I deserved it, deserve to hurt emotionally to the point that it is physical. I deserve to lay in darkness and let my thoughts suffocate what little hope I have left. I am a cynical and nobody realizes it, afraid that no soul, body or image will ever understand my thinking process or inner feelings. I want to be found, I want to feel free for one second… But that is no longer an option. You see, I have been lost for years, drowning in my mistakes…

“We are all suicidal children telling other suicidal children it will be okay –Emily Tucker”. There is a much worse punishment than death; living.