Another cut,
             another scar,
                       another burn
Her mum is not far,
      she cries
                   and cries
                              and cries
looking at the cuts on her thighs.
     She feels like a failure,
                  mumbling "i must of been blind"
     a flashback of the abuse
                     entered her mind.
       Was it all my fault?  
Could I of stopped the first kiss?
             or was this fate?
                      no.
                              I
                                    deserved
                                                       this.

Death
       It's not something we expect
sometimes it happens for
                   unknown reasons.
  We can't stop it.
              We can't prevent it.
   Death didn't deserve to take such
         a pretty young thing.
A little girl, was peacefully laying
   too young to know what was happening.
        and now, instead she's sleeping.
                 taken away into the dark misty night.


Dedicated to my niece.
01/06/2013 - Never forgotten.

I remember my mum once told me
to stay away from
alcohol,
pills,
drugs,
smoking,
and never to rely on them
but she forgot to mention
just how happy
they could make you
and how they
could make you
f o r g e t
even if it was just
for a while.

I just want to lay there with you
        in the pitch black,
  talking into the early hours, sorrounded by starlight
       forgetting our troubles, with a kiss goodnight.
To lay there thinking,
                               knowing
                                           that someone finally loves you
                                                              for you.

She heads home
        and without a word
she heads to the
           bathroom.
She’s tired of being alive,
     of breathing,
of fighting.
       But no-one knows.
                She misses the feeling,
        that made her
                                   pain
                                          disappear.
          Even if it was just for a while,
                  it was that time
that she didn't have to spend,
          fighting.

I miss you,
    I miss your touch,
          slowly filling my body up
  with regret,
                      pain,
                                   emptiness.
Will i see you again?
          or maybe in another life
                    in which i lay dead
     by your side.

We were inseparable.
Now we have started to descend
into a
      deep
              black
                     hole
of nothing.