I cry ***** tears
and bleed *******
my heart beats on acid
...
pain
...
I drink my sorrows,
scream my troubles,
and hold the hands
that **** everything they touch.

The flowers have wilted,
my heart has sunk.
I am sad
I am sad
I am sad

you kissed my scars and told me i was                
                       beautiful.
    tell me now, how i can forget about                          
                    someone
                                 like
                                       you

honey you can **** me
but only if you're lonely
are you desperate enough?
will you mask your pain with glistening sweat
and hold me down with every breath?
will you tell me you love me
then leave when you're done?
honey, are you lonely enough to need someone?

You could wake up and ask yourself
“Why another day?”
Or you could embrace the air
Filling your lungs
And the ruby drops circulating through your veins

You could start your day
With misery and discontent desires
Or you could see the sun within the sky
And appreciate how the moon has died
In order for the love of its life to shine

You could live your life
Wanting things you do not have
Or you could look around and see
You have everything you really need

So child, do not breathe that water into your lungs
Do not let that blade caress your skin
Your blood will flow onto your bed
Staining the porcelain sheets
Your body will be numb and you will feel relief
But dear, relief is not happy
Happy is stepping outside and filling your lungs with life
And not wanting to die

You could be a beautiful, disastrous wreck
Or you could be
Content

sometimes the scars on my body
get extra bright
sometimes the white in my finger nails
turns yellow
sometimes i think about you
then stop

sometimes i see those scars
and get really scared
sometimes i smoke a cigarette
or 10
sometimes i kiss your mouth
then wake up

you are not your grades or your scars
your height or your weight
you are not your face or the color of your hair

you are the person you define yourself to be
you are who you want to be
you are not the opinion of the people around you

you are your soul
be it old or young
you have lived many lives
and this is just the beginning