I trusted you.
You came into my dark life.
Brightening up the world.
Like throwing open curtains.

You tinted my world a pastel pink.
Every word you spoke to me.
Was like music to my ears.
Was it like that for you?

But when I turned around, it was all dark again.
You were the stage-light, casting the play.
Making me happy every single day.
You turned my stomach, made my heart flutter.

I never knew love was so bitter.
I trusted you.

I know you didn't love me.
But I was alright with that.
I knew you liked someone else.
But I was alright with that.

I know you hurt my friends.
I'm not alright with that.
You played with my heart every single day.
What the **** were you doing?

This isn't a play.

You knew about my feelings.
You said it was alright.
But you kept drawing me closer.
Like a moth to a light.

I know what you did.
You hurt everyone.
Stop beating around the bush.
Take the blame.

My heart aches writing these words.
I thought you were different.
That my voice was heard.
It went in one ear and out the next.

My heart sinks deeper into my chest.
Wet eyes and shaking lips.
My knuckles are sore.
I need a rest.

I tolerated you.
Loved you.
And this is what you do?
**** up everyone's life.

You were the sun to my Earth.
You cast warmth to me.
But now I see you never intended.
On setting me free.

All your lies taste bitter on my tongue.
I hate that I loved you.
That I had once loved.
My poem I wrote, I shared my feelings that day.

But what do I do now?
I don't know what to say.

A crumbling god lays in my grasp.
As he lay coated in my tears.
I can't help but hope they heal him.

He said we'd ascend.
We'd leave our flesh vessels.
To watch over them like gods.

Yet, with all the power I've consumed.
Why is the body I'm holding stiff?
I've become a god, all you've ever wanted.

When you said you could join me.
Was that just a lie?
You said we could rid the Earth of filth.

What do I need to do to tell you I love you.
Would it take mere words to bring you back?
Ashes to ashes.

A tall man came today.
Coated head-to-toe in black.
He said he could bring you back.

For one small price.
If I gave up my name, my identity.
For that, you would return.

I accepted.
I await your arrival.
While you rest, I caress you.

I need to rest, I've been awake too long.
You may not remember me.
But that is alright.

For you see, my dear.
As long as you are here.
We can be gods all we'd like.

I can play any part.
If that's what you want.
I can do anything you ask.
Nothing but machinery.

The gears and cogs turning in my mind.
Get muddled when you speak to me.
I've built myself from the ground up.
Then you swing into me, crashing me down.

I can be your everything.
Make myself dependant on you.
I can do anything you ask.
I'm nothing but machinery.

My fuel's running low.
My springs are popping out.
Your lies to my face.
Your knives to my heart.

You can pick me up and repair me.
Or toss me out with the other garbage.
I always thought I could take it all.
Whatever you had, you could lay it on me.

But when I cut myself I bleed.
When I fall down, I get *****.
I crash.
I break down.

My blood is not black.
It is not a thicky, oily mass.
My skin is not metal.
It will scrape and produce wounds.

I thought I could do anything.
Anything you asked of me.
But turns out I was human all along.
Made out of flesh and blood.

The people talked to you again today.
You said they made fun of your body.
The only thing in your eyes was humiliation.
You told me they make you feel ugly.

But baby, I know you don't see what I do.
Because anything that is beautiful.
People want to break.
Unfortunately, you are beautiful.

You told me that you're ashamed of your body.
They said you're disgusting.
They told you that you were fat and unworthy.
But I'll love you no matter what form you take.

But baby, I know you don't see what I do.
Because anything that is beautiful.
People want to break.
Unfortunately, you are beautiful.

You need to realise one of these days.
The body you have.
Is the perfect one to me.
You are beautiful.

Sticky bodies.
Collided with sheets.
White sticky substance.
All over the screen.

They moan and bounce to and fro.
Violet stained hands covering their skin.
Her throat looks dry so he spits in it.
She screams, more white.

My grainy television screen jumps.
I whack it a few times until I get a clear picture.
Crimson sheets.
Moans with a blade.

Screaming as something makes her weary.
Being ****** with a knife.
He traces her thighs.
Letting himself inside.

My body is heating up.
I bite my lip and **** my head.
I reach to my hips.
Everything is hot and fuzzy.

She bites his neck.
Blood drooling out.
He hits her.
She moans.

White screen.
Insides leaking.
A crime scene, it should be.
But why is my hand all white and sticky?

White wings.
Desperately flapping.
Living its life.
Pure soul.

You rest upon my shoulder.
You're so light.
But my chest feels heavy.
I cross my legs.

My face warms up.
Can you hear my heart beating?
Give me a moment.
I'm a bit ****** up.

White butterfly.
With a blade to its wing.
Cutting a slit.
Kissing it.

I'll stick my tongue in it.
Make sure you can feel it.
Right down into your stomach.
Crimson cheeks.

So fragile.
So beautiful.
So weak.
So innocent.

You trace my limbs and lips.
You raise a blade to my skin.
And begin to cut little slits.
You open them with your fingertips.

It's such a delight like this.
You say this is the love everyone should find.
So don't cry.
Don't worry.

You're supposed to bleed the first time.

I want to be friends with everyone.
Is that selfish of me?

Why yes, it certainly is.
You're a very selfish little girl.

I want everyone to like me.
Is that wrong of me?

It's human nature to want to be liked.
However, wanting everyone to like you is quite selfish.

I want everyone to be happy.
Is that bad?

For everyone to be happy, you'd have to remove their egos.
Do you really want to mess with everyone so they become lifeless?

No! Of course not.
I just want to be good.

You want friends.
You want to be cared about.

I do.
Is that so wrong of me to want?

Certainly.
You're an extremely selfish girl.

But, people say they like me.
Is that a problem?

It feels good, doesn't it?
You feel warm and tingly.

I want more friends.
I want to be wanted.

It's unfortunate none of your friends actually cherish you.
You know that, yes?

Shut up.
Be quiet.

You're selfish.
You only think of yourself.

That's not true!
Shut up!

You only want to feel good.
You don't care about anyone else.

PLEASE BE QUIET.
I DON'T WANT THIS NOISE.

*Why?
Aren't you the one saying these things, anyway?