When I'm home,
I have an apple every night,
It makes me feel good.

When I'm in school,
I don't even have an apple everyday.

I spend more time in school,
Than I do at home,
It's torture,
And home;
Home doesn't leave me feeling so dandy either,
The apples help me.

I guess that partially explains,
Why this sea of depression,
Is only getting deeper,
And I still don't know how to swim,
In a pool.

Thoughts of suicide broken life,

My tears hidden by the blood on the knife.

Will you miss me, will you care?

Eventually you will forget that I'm not there.

So what does it matter if I go away.

Not farewell, but goodbye today.

How long will it take to be reborn?

To another human body scorn.

Failure to communicate,

when you arrive it will be too late.

Saddened although I have you,

my heart is riddled with broken views.

Peace is what I want and freedom sense.

But I just seem to always fail again.

So in these words I bid you go.

Goodbye forever, yours truly - soul.

Red lipstick
Dripping black
Trying to mask
Her rotting soul
Big  brown eyes
Lifeless and dull
Hidden by her
Bright radiant smile
Dead on the inside
But alive on the out.

Tired...
That's all I can say...
As I stare at nothing in particular everyday,
I mean won't it just ever go away?
Won't it just leave?
Won't it realise it's destroyed me enough?
Won't it just allow me to relieve?
Relieve all the wounds
From the poison flowing out,
The poison only continuing to sprout,
Disallowing the gashes to seal up again,
Draining the blood out of me to gain,
A sense of wholeness once more,
But I feel that I know that I will forever lay sore...
forevermore.

The sweet, toxic smell of her perfume
like poisonous berries
seeps through my veins,
saturates my heart,
and floats in my memory,
like that last sip of wine
before the haze.
Rocking my inner being
and tickling my carnal sensations,
until my body is as awake
as my soul is.
Cradled in her lingering scent
until it wafts away as she does,
leaving me lifeless on the floor.