Popping pills won't help
this tense ache
in my bones
this pressure
inside and within
even upon my skin
I have scars and bruises
all over me
sensitive to touch
because I get weak
everywhere
including my body
Mascara stains
where I last cried
Lipstick smears
on white pillows
where I last tried
to piece myself together
even though inside
I am dead
memories still haunt
and hold me together
a mix of dwelling
and surviving
trying to keep above
the uncontrollable
frustrating weather

Sometimes I wish you would give me a call
Maybe give me a sign, a little signal
It's cold here without your warmness
It fills the room with an airy breeze

Times like this
I wish I was dead
One tiny bullet
Through my head

Call me whatever
I've heard it before
Nothing is forever
Not even a
Suicidal *****

You say that I hurt you
But you hurt me too
I relapsed endless times
Because of this

Stop saying you hate me
Stop saying what I already know
I am not ******* sorry
Girl, please just go

Leave me alone
Stop calling me a *****
Because you're not perfect
Neither am I
So just do what you do
And I'll be dead
Before the moon
Has it's chance to glow
And send shivers to you

Whoever you are, stop stealing people's poetry, you *******.
My poetry is highly personal so it's beyond sickening to steal it.

Sister ruins a lot
I'm not always to blame
She truly is a mess
So am I
But not as bad
As she is