Coffee at midnight on a Saturday
Just to feel alive
Tear stains on every journal page
To stir the beast inside
Slit wrists and wool sweaters
To conceal the pain
Sound cancelling headphones
To absorb the screams of other lost souls
And block those coming from the next room.

~

The shatter of another glass
The slump of another body
The slam of another door
The silence of a mangled home
That once was filled happiness
Now overwhelmed by emptiness
Though life forms still remain
There lies nothing but dust and decay.

~

"It's a sign,"
They whisper as she shuffles by
"It's a sign,"
Before long, you'll see her in the headlines
As the girl who never lived
But formally died today;
Defeated by lost love and bitter hate.