I used to cower
Hidden in the dark
Stalking the night
Loneliness a shroud

Fear is a weakness
Sadness is a flaw
Lies I thought true
Paralyzed my maturity

Diseases are nasty
They give you marks
Or break your bones
Or slit your pretty throat

No one even whispers
Mental Illness is taboo
If your head isn't gashed
There is no wound there

Illness, not weakness
Don't laugh at the wheelchair
Don't scoff at the pill bottle
I refuse to be ashamed

Isn't it funny how
When someone has given you
Their heart,
They always find a way
Of taking it back
Without you knowing.

Isn't it odd how
the reasons people fall
In love with you
Always seem to be
The very reasons they give
For not loving you
Anymore.

Isn't it strange how
No matter how much
You sacrifice
Or how much you offer
It never seems to be quite
Enough.

And my oh my
Doesn't it hurt.
Isn't it such an extraordinary ache.
Isn't it just like drowning and shattering,
When the love is gone.
No, not gone,
Never gone,
But stolen,
Kidnapped,
Taken hostage.
For if it were merely gone,
The pain wouldn't exist,
The ache wouldn't crush
as much
as it does.

It's the memories,
The memories that drive the pain,
That pull the gut.
It's the memories they should steal.
But no,
Ever the memories,
Ever the pain.
Isn't it funny??

Isn't it ...
Tragic.

she thought she was strong;
she could control her demons
but she was just wrong.

**(a.p)

when you're a child
you think of the world
as a playground
but when you
grow up
it's not
what
you
see

it's...

more like, a battlefield
a place of survival
you either live
or you die
there's no other
method to it all

I looked at the mirrior today
I only saw me without you.
I searched myself from within
And I couldnt find my soul.

I listened for my heartbeat
And I heard nothing...
I searched for emotions
All I could find was grief and sadness.
I looked out the window for sunshine
And all there was ,was darkness.
Could I ever be me without you?
Could I ever be me without me?
I looked at the mirrior again and I saw nothing..