A glass has come between me and reality.
This glass encapsulates my being.
The longer I remain in the glass,
the hazier my view becomes.
How I long to shatter it.

The glass has held me captive for quite some time,
and I realize I have come to know the glass like no other.
The glass has protected me from the strange outer world.

I have come to long for the glass which holds me.
But when I reach for the glass,
all I feel is bleak
and yet still my hand is left with nothing.

I cannot grasp the glass
because I cannot see the glass itself,
only what it is not.

Lonely are the men I seek
Beneath the seams I make them weak.
They hear me sing from far away,
but I come close
to my dismay.
Water rages all round me
But on the surface is a beautiful sea.
My hair falls upon my naked breast
And the wind is blown to the west.
I trap them in my gaze,
with eyes that send them into a hazy daze.
They begin their descent into my void,
I will become what they need,
an escape from their pathetic realities.
Intoxicated from my facade,
they lean from the ship, hoping to taste  ecstasy.
Their eyes meet mine,
and I have fully hypnotized.
One last breath,
And suddenly they see
No longer the reflection of who this seductress could be,
But the siren that drags them to the bottom of the sea.

Who are Yo u?
Are you the serenity encompassing me?
Or this fleeting feeling drowning me
In my own depths?

Are Yo u these thoughts that
Imprison me,
The Intoxicating Sedative
Or
The paralyzing ecstasy?

Who are Yo u?
Are Yo u the figure lying before me
Or
the being who i dream You to be?

Why do Y o u ebb endlessly thought my
mind
Filling my void
And yet still growing it.
Do Y ou have no mercy?

Who are Yo u?
I know more of Yo u than you yourself know,
yet
you
are unknown to me.

You never leave my sight.

For even when I fall to sleep,

even though you are the last my waking eye sees,

dreams will not let me be.

He says he is the shallow waters,
but I can see that he is the sea.

He says he only sees the dark
but I can see the light that fills his heart.

He says he is nothing more than a reflection
but all I see is him in me.

He says he is but a momenttopassmytime
but I wish he could see
how I long
to reach with him
for
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He says all he is is b  r   o k    e       n
but I wish he could see how he makes me
whole.


I wish he could see
that he is the sea.

Me; I


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She speaks to me when I cut my skin

She speaks to me from far within


Before the blade slits my wrists,

she  reminds me what if .

What if one day..........

one day you could be the light

of others life
but more importantly your own.

What if one day you wanted not to take your own life
but ro five to others .

What if one day you could see soul d connecint before you
rather than the heatless saved you have before.

What if one day you found beauty
not from the blood running from your leg
but from the jalediscpe of humanity itself

What if one daub I was you
and she was her
and

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The quiet star once sang to the moon.

It sang of her beauty;
It sang of her light.
It sang of the way she filled the night.

Through the galaxies,
the quiet star sang.

Its voice was of warmed milk and honey,
putting even the moon herself to rest.

Yet the moon belonged to the sun,
and the quiet star was only a song once sung.

The brisk winds numb my paled skin.

As I walk through the desolation,
my feet fall into the sunken path.

Shadows of trees encapsulate me.

In this world devoid of color,
I look
up
to
the sky
in hopes of pastels.

Yet
I see not a cloud in the sky
nor a bird passing by.

For in this eternity,
all but I
have taken flight.

What if I was the girl,
the girl who walks through life with ease.

What if I was the girl whose perfectly blonded hair
flew behind her,
just as her worries.

What if I was the girl whose stomach didn't budge
no matter how badly she wanted it.

What if I was the girl
whose skin was kissed so gently by the sun
that she couldn't dare being a blade to it.

What if I was the girl,
who people told that they love her.

What if I was the girl
who wore scrunchies up her wrist
not to hide the marks of a blade
but simply to push her hair out of her face.

What if I was the girl
who could stand to see
myself , bare, in the mirror.

What if I was the girl that people
not only wanted to love
but couldn't help but love.

What if I was the girl whose happiness came from
living her life,
not ending it.


But

I am not that girl.

So

I will be this girl.

So I will be this girl,
the girl who knows that her light will dim her darkness,
like the sun painting a blackened sky.

So I will be the girl
who knows that those men can't hurt me anymore.

So I will be this girl,
the girl who chooses to smile even though she has every reason to not.

So I will be this girl,
the girl who chooses not to run from her past
but to walk away from it .

So I will be this girl,
the girl who knows that her demons are merely written on her skin,
not a force to which she will give in.

So I will be this girl.

When something is dead,

they let it stay dead.


But when you're dead inside,
they fight and fight just to keep you alive.

But when something is dead,
you must let it die.

It was the type of storm that would either complete or defeat me.

Silver moon,

may your rays pierce me,

til you paint my skin red.

The universe flows through me,
so poetry flows out.

Eyes widened,
Lips closed,
Body numbed.

Gaze hazed,
Voice destroyed,
Arms opened.

She screams, she shouts, she cries, she opens herself


to me.

Vision blurring,
Mouth gasping,
Body aching.


She whispers secrets no soul has heard, she opens her wounds unto my skin.


Sight blinded,
Words lacking,
Being empty.

Life drained from this empty vessel.

Why do I crave eternity?
Why am I so obsessed with myself?
Why am without myself when I'm with myself?
What have I become?
What will I be?
What can I be?
Am I the voices living in my head?
What am I?
What am I not?
What does it matter....

And suddenly he became the nothingness in my heart.

There was a girl who became her dreams,

but her dreams were just nightmares in disguise.

Breathe in the night and let your thoughts take flight.

I see the world in black and white,
no matter if it's day or night.

I see no light,
only those demons inside trying to take a bite.

There's nothing in my sight
except the possibility that I might take flight.

Why do they listen,

only to pretend to hear?

We are all whole, just with holes.

N

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