Torn between two choices
Wrong, and right
But which am I to choose?
Black, or white

They won't **** me
Neither of them will
But one wrong move-
And the mind grows ill

He makes me happy
Warm delight
So how to choose
In this insufferable fight

To write "Love" on her arms
Would provide the cure
A reason to stop-
To end this war

But why cut?
What good will it do?
It will only bring pain-
From the blade to you

So don't hurt
Young girl
Know that a little love
Could change this world

These dreams-
They're killing me
They can't be real
I just want free

In each of these-
To me, he dies
But they can't be true
They're filled with lies

But to just sit here-
While they destroy my life
On the brink of insanity, I know
To live is to die

The starving poet-
Pitiful in her own eyes
Not a soul can hear her-
All her screams and cries

What can she do?
No one knows
Her thoughts and ideas
Simply come and go

And even though
Her hearts been broken
The ones who read her works-
Are luckily chosen

Hate the loving one
With all that he is due
Hurt the loving one
Just as he hurt you

Forgive the loving one
Because it is right
And in return you've won
His love, warm and bright

My face is hot with tears
Streaming from my eyes
Built up through the years
From all my wrongs and lies    

But when the truth is thrown at me
It breaks my heart  in half
I just want your eyes to see
The good intentions I now have

From my thoughts
To my mind
Onto my paper
The words will bind

Stories of life
Stories of death
Seeing the strife
It's all I have left

Nearing the truth
About to let go
I ready my pencil
And let my hand flow