My skin is my weapon,
stained with blood underneath.
Thick and bullet proof,
and able to form barriers
to the harshness of this world.

I will follow you to heaven,
If you come with me to hell.

Who am I
to beg for mercy
when I am aware
I do not
deserve
it.

What is death
but an ailment
we cannot
cure.

Stop saying you love me
Just never say it again
Because I pretend
But if you keep saying that
I might stop lying to myself
That might stop your crying
And I might confess
That deep down I love you too.

I know you looked at me,
But I don't think you saw me.

That sick feeling
When you still want him
When you feel like you need him
When your heart hurts when you think about him
Even after all the tears
You still want him
But you could never have him
Because he dosent want you

Lips that have never been kissed
Hair that's never been brushed back
Cheeks that have never been caressed
Hands that have never been held

Yes, I know I dont need a boy
But it gets kind of lonely

Her smile sits
on the curb of a road
between Summer
and Fall.