Something about the way she spoke was beautiful.
Every idea that flowed from her soft lips left me feeling complete and in a way- loved.
There was something about her that seemed different-different than the rest of them, and no I didn't think she was odd.
I thought she was gorgeous and I craved to tell her this every day because I knew that sadly, she didn't see herself that way.

I thought I knew you,
I really did.
But in the end I realized
I don't even know myself anymore.
I'm lost in the twist and turns
of the back of my mind
and I won't be out anytime soon.
I guess that leaves me
with 3 words.

Farewell
My
Friend.

-o.b.

A feeling of sadness lingers in my chest,
like the ghost that haunts me late at night.
Each night I become less and less like a person, and more like the ghost that visits me.
And sadly I cannot stop what has already been started.
And soon,
I will haunt you too.

-o.b.

The sadness I have felt
for years has been left as
pale scars on what was
once a beautiful body.
They are nothing but
a reminder of the times
I've failed myself.
-o.b

I thought I've felt love,
but in reality the only love
I've known is the soft kisses
the bottle of alcohol has left
against my dry lips and
the sheets that hold my
tired and lonesome body at night.
The morning hangovers
remind me I'm the boy
who is destined to be
alone.
-o.b

She awoke that morning
saddened by her failure,
at the fact that air still moved
through her delicate lungs.
Alcohol lingered on her smiling lips
from last night's fit of sadness
and
cuts lined her forearm,
but still no one knew.
No one knew that the girl with the pretty
smile wanted nothing more than to end her
perfect
little
life.
-o.b