I gave you my heart and you stomped on it

Suicide and romance, two words that should not go well together. But they do because someone decided that when teens **** themselves they are just angels that want to go home. I was no angel, and my death will not be romanticized. I didn't need a boy to come kiss my scars, or for someone to save me from myself, all I needed was for someone to believe in me. I guess its too late for that now. I wish i could say i'm sorry but being miserable is no way to live. I'm not sorry for wanting to end the pain, I'm just sorry you got caught in the wake of my death...

Waves have a very distinct sound.
When you hear that crash,
You know you're at the beach.
The same goes with thunder.
When you hear the rumble,
You know it's storming.
And I know that when I hear your voice I am not alone, because you are here and you are listening.

The voices are growing stronger
Calling me to sea.
They want me to hurt you
But I won't let that be.
The voices are loud today
Screaming in my head
Telling me to **** you
But I won't go through.
The voices are angry now
Telling me to die
They say I'm worthless
And I don't know why.
I'm going to quiet the voices now.
I am happy to be free
It's getting hard to see.
The voices kept me alive
Now there's nothing left
and I cannot survive

And all at once I realised what it was,
this empty space inside of me,
drowning me in sorrow,
it was the space you left inside of me
when you finally said *goodbye

If I saw you today, I'd walk the other direction

First I fell in love,

                                     But then I fell out.

I believe in hell
I just call it reality

She opened the bottle
It could be over so easily.
Pouring all of the little white tablets
Into her cold palm.
Slowly looking up into the mirror
She saw those dull green eyes,
Once bright with adventure
now dark with regret.
She looked down at her phone
That message still showing.
"**** yourself" it said
And finally she did.

I used to do it to remind myself I was alive.
But now I can't stop.
I use to do it to feel something instead of being numb all the time.
But now I can't stop.
I used to do it to remind myself that I was still able to feel and that I wasn't just an empty shell.
But now I can't stop.
I used to do it and want to stop.
But now I don't want to.

I was a daisy
And you were the rain.
I needed you to survive
And then you drowned me.

My soul is forever trapped within the memories we shared

I sometimes wonder
Why I don't write my thoughts down
But then I worry someone might read them
And realize how truly broken I am