Finally, I'm out.
I'm free
And I took the alternate route.
Done with the pain and shame.
Finished with the suffering,
Never again with this game.
So, what's next?
Just give me my wings and hal-
Oh.

How does it feel to be falling
Down, down, down
Into the deep dark abyss?
Never ending,
Rarely slowing,
Always lengthening

On the sides are ropes,
Belts,
Even scarves to help me get out

The cruelest way is people
They hold their hands out,
Ready to be grabbed
The moment you're ready for their help
They withdraw their hand,
Never to be seen again

Down, down, down
Into the deep dark abyss
This hole with an absence of color is my life
I have been consumed and trapped

Sometimes I look at the walls
There's sometimes helpful items
But others I just cant figure out

Guns?
Knives?
Even broken glass,
I wonder why
Could I be arming myself for something?
Perhaps the war on my sanity

I looked into the glass and saw someone
I did not recognize it as me
I saw a smile stretched across my lips
It even showed in my eyes
I gripped the image tight in my hands
The glass only broke more
It shredded parts of my hand

Bleeding, I continued falling
Into the deep, deep, deep
Dark abyss

Mysterious bottles of pills are on shelves
Perhaps if I get sick
Why else would I need them?

Light?
I see something shining
At the bottom
I drop the glass

I take one last look at the guns
Scarves
Belts
Glass
Ropes
Pills
People

I have become the image
Happy, smiling, grateful
I take one last look at the darkness above me
I plunge into the light

They were once the people I could trust my life into
All I want to know is: what did I do?
Best friends until the end, we said,
Yet every night I lay crying in bed.
It does not take a sleuth
To discover this poem only speaks the truth.
Lies and drama filled to the brim
My emotions forever more grim.
You ignored me, and I didn't know how to react.
So, I just did it back.
Barely a glance when we see each other
Sometimes I wish we could treat each other like sister or brother.
Writing this pains me
But sometimes this is key.
You broke my heart and trust
I tried to apologize and that ended in a bust.
Forgiving them is no longer an option.
You pick out your new friends like an adoption.
Who's cute, who's nice?
Who's quiet, veins filled with ice?
I must confess
I now know summertime sadness.

Alone she sat
Waiting for a sign.
When none came,
She decided it was her time.
The note was made
Goodbye's inside,
Her life about to fade.
They say she'll be missed,
She knows they'll forget.
Alone she sat,
Prepared for the worst.
The knot at its tightest,
The monsters were silenced.

Your words
are just words.
They mean nothing to me…sometimes.
In one ear,
out the other.
I don't care if you're trying to help me.
I will NEVER see it that way.
Your words are just words.
You're trying to make me sad with words?
Only then will they work.
My words make me sad already though,
so don't bother trying.

Your words are just words..
But why do I think mine are the truth?
I thought words were just words…
*Until you tried to help.

I have a confession to make
It's hard to keep in
I've been hiding it for so long.
It's quite sad really,
My story.
Too young,
Too dumb,
that's what they always say.
I have a confession to make
It's eating me away.
I've stopped.
I have a confession to make
Someone has died.
It's truly tragic;
She is gone.
My confession you see,
Has led up to this.
I've killed someone.
She is too far gone,
Traces ever so faint.
You see...
I've killed someone.
That someone..
Was once me.

In the dead of night, if you truly listen hard, you can hear it.
Sounds coming from all over, unable to be stopped.
The growling of the stomach, ever so concealed.
Cries chocked back, from fear of being heard.
The opening of a cupboard, it's contents later to be disposed of.
A bottle of pills, showing signs of truly giving up.
The sounds of night show what day hides...night is when the monsters come out.
The monsters in everybody's heads, not one does not. The voice you hear in your head; there it is. The one helping you read this, the one telling you good from bad.
Some people lost the good, and only know bad.
Monsters are wanted to be silenced sometimes, the bad ones.
Night is a time filled with sorrow.