her spirit's broken,
scarred, and sore. she's too damaged
to care any more.

my stomach growls. i'd
love to feed it. then again,
i'd love to be thin.

you reopened old
wounds, both literally and
figuratively.

i guess that i'll just
sit here and wait for you to
******* notice me.

memories of you
hang above my head, do you
ever think of me?

"just wait, it'll be
alright." i'm struggling just to
make it through the night.

do you really think
that i'm pretty, or are you
just pitying me?

hold me close, tell me
you love me, even if you
don't really mean it.

you are beautiful,
and worth more than you ever
could have imagined.

i go to bed with you,
knowing full well that i will
wake up all alone.

insomnia strikes,
she denies me my escape
from reality.

they say time heals all
wounds, but the secret is lots
of cocoa butter.

i'm not a poet,
i'm just inspired to write at
three in the morning.

i'm not a poet,
just someone who's tired of not
having their voice heard.

i'm not a poet,
just a girl who likes to write
useless one-liners.

work in progress: come back later

psychologist said, "life isn't for everyone."

i thought you loved me, too.

my scars tell a different story.

do vegetarians give blow jobs, or...?

i'm just trying to forget you.

types of boys:
wannabe bad boy,
born on the right side of the tracks,
but into the wrong home.
arms littered with cigarette burns,
and cuts that he claims are from ***** ***.
band t-shirts, piercings,
studded belts, ripped jeans,
and lots of hair gel.
takes the long way home from school each day
just to be alone.

types of boys:
avid gamer and psychology major,
sees right through your façade,
knows all of your insecurities,
and proceeds to take advantage of them
with mind games;
giving you the affection you so desperately crave,
and filling your head with promises and lies,
knowing that you'll be unable to resist
his ***** blonde hair
or his greenish blue eyes.
and he's right,
no matter what he does,
you'll always come back.
he really thought this one through.