....Hi.
I don't know your story.
And you certainly don't know mine.
But we share the same things.
The same thoughts and pain.
I wish I could ease your broken soul.
Help understand, and make you see..
That you are more than you think you are.
You are a beautiful being...with a voice.
Your words paint a canvas of beauty.
The poems you write are inspiration.
Others look and read your work in amazement,
Thinking, "How does such a young girl...know so much pain."
I get chills, just piecing together what I know.
But just know....that you are **Beautiful.

Isn't it perfect, how what people say,
Can simply just ruin your whole entire day?

Words hurt just as much as bruises,
It's a hopeless fight, everyone loses.

"Funny" jabs will never not hurt,
So look around and be alert.

Don't break down, don't cry,
There are other ways to get by.

Ignore the negative things you're told,
Let those things turn into a beautiful mold,
Of Yourself.

It's something like a fuzzy feeling,
That makes you all warm inside.

Your emotions are very revealing,
It's getting harder to hide.

Does he notice?
Does he even care?

You're starting to lose focus,
Try not to stare...

You're unraveling at the seams,
He's driving you insane.

He's playing an active role in your dreams.
WIith this unhealthy addiciton, what is there to gain?

His love! Oh his love!
You wish he could see!

It's a sign from above,
Oh how perfect you could be!

But as of right now, he doesn't need to know,
It's just a simple CRUSH, there's no need to tell him so.

You shine brightly,
Through the darkest nights.
Your light creates shadows,
Which cascade down on the earth beneath you.
You, who always is positive,
However, have a dark side.
In your macabre moments,
Your light dims,
And out glows white light,
That gently kisses lips, and cheeks,
Making all aware of the dark.
Some nights, you’re so drained,
That you have no light left in you.
But, I know, your radiance always shines forth,
And brightens your path.
You find a way, to burn out the negative,
But when it all becomes too much,
You let the light fade.
That’s okay….because I know you’ll find your way back.

Beautiful and delicate, giving off a sweet aroma, intoxicating the naive. Like a rose, you are dangerous. Preying on the innocent with false smiles and deceiving looks. Not everything meets the eye. You engulf the ignorant in a dark abyss of unlawful hopes and desires. You trick them, like the monster you are. Like a rose, you don't know how you lie. When looking at a rose, you stare at the beauty, not the danger. Thorns sneak up and ***** your finger, drawing out your precious red, plentiful fountain of life. However, without it's petals, it would be nothing but a thorned stem. Like you, your nothing without your lies. The rose loses it's beauty and alluring scent, and you lose your looks and charm. Underneath, you are just a hungry thorn on a stem, waiting toget a trickle of blood upon your tip.

Hoping is a lost cause,
Everyone can see her flaws.
No one will look at her with a new light,
She’s out of mind, out of sight.
No one likes her,
Passing by people like a blur.
No one can see the pain she feels,
No listens and no one hears
Her cries and shouts,
She’s dying to get out!
To be noticed, to be loved,
Stop being shoved.
Please let someone care,
She’s tired of someone not being there.

Beauty dies, angels blow away.
I scream with my memory forever of you.
Makeup covers your lips and cheek.
I scream, you really pick a fight.
Not there, one night,
No one saved the love.
Always in my heart,
I only dream I’ll fall in love with someone else now.
Running more,
Hoping to never remember you.

The water is liquid fire…scorching my flesh like acid…with delight.
Numb, the pain doesn't reach me.
My skin, tingling and red show signs of burns.
Burns which will turn into scars.
So when you see me again, you'll know you're the cause of them.
Scarring my body and heart for all of eternity.
Everyone will see what you've done to me.
I played with fire and got **burnt…

The soreness of my heart engulfs my being,
Now that your gone, I'm finally seeing.

Who you are and what you did.
How you cowered behind and hid.

The lights are out and it's finally clear.
After all this time, after a year.

It still hurts so badly to know,
That everything we did, and all that was done was just a show.

Never again shall you do me wrong.
I wish I had known this all along.