Go ahead
Do it
Be mad at me for caring
But your anger is usless
I can't stop
C a r i n g
For you
I mean how could I
What kind of sister would I be
What kind of a person
I'm sorry I don't want you to end up      b   r  o  k  e  n
Like me, like this mess of a girl
I'm sorry you don't know or can even begin to understand what goes on behind closed doors
Closed memories
     Closed people
I'm sorry that you don't know or can even begin to understand how It feels for me or for anyone else outside of yourself
But most of all I'm sorry I couldn't have cared just a little more to protect you from what you are becoming.

Three girls sit in a room
One with waist long black hair
That flows over her dark clothes
Her figure hugged by a black corset,

The second has hair the color of sand
It plays in long waves
Over her professional attire
But a tattoo shows her wild side,

The third a head of dark brown
In curls it matches her hippie skirt
She laughs and sings with joy,
This one is care free

The first girl dressed in black
Is called by the name of Jenna
Having remained hidden so long
She looks to the third girl for guidance,

The second is Marie
She is determined and strong,
But not nearly as strong as Jenna,
She too looks to the third for guidance,

This third girl is very well known
Ever person can see her
She is not hidden from sight,
She is known well as Lauren

These three, yet so different
Are all the same
Each one has a secret,
Known only by the third

This secret has been held
Long over the years
But each girl will shine,
For they are all one in the same.

There she sits
A little girl in white,
A daisy in her hand
A smile on her face

Not a care in the world
But the shadow across her face,
Yet no one sees her
She's far too small

The path she walks on
It's make of bone,
She drops the daisy
And it withers to ashes,

Out in the field
She finds a man,
One that has fallen
Due to a ball of iron in his side

The little girl kneels,
Placing a hand on the wound
The man looks up
To see the pretty little face

"Come home daddy,"
The small lips whisper
A tear escapes the grown man's eye
For one thing is certain

He'll never see his little girl again.

Have you ever
Been so sad
That your heart
Just stopped sinking
Stopped drowning in depression
And just
Broke?
I have
I am broken
But I am
Picking up
The pieces
What does not
**** you
Makes you stronger
And YOU
DEFINITELY.
DID.
NOT.
****.
ME.

Alone*
          **I watched the midnight fires
                   consume the madmen and liars.

I bet that
if i cut off your arm
added some seasoning
and cooked it,  
                     (actually not just your arm,
                                                              bu­t like,
                                                             any
                                               slice of meat
                                                   from your body)
the meat,
it'd taste
like honey
and whiskey.

You were always a challenge,
But I loved wiping the smug looks off your face.
You shot me a half grin when you said
So, are you gonna kiss me, stupid?
And with a racing mind and shaking arms,
I leaned toward the driver's seat,
And kissed you deeper than I thought was possible.
You plunged into the deepest part of me,
And swam through my rivers of blood,
Reaching every corner of my sickly body.

When I broke away from your soft lips,
I sat over my heart, my ribs crushing the damaged *****.
And before I could catch my breath,
You lunged toward the passenger seat.
And kissed me even deeper than before.

In utter disbelief, I opened my eyes for only a moment.
While our lips still danced in a close embrace.
The sun's rays streamed through your hair,
And illuminated the wispy, blonde strands.
And spread warmth to my numb limbs.

Ever since that fateful day,
I only saw the sun's rays
And felt their warmth,
When you were near.