When everyone has abandoned me,
my shadow laid there next to me,
and it whispered “let’s go home”

And when my poems
turned into suicide notes,
I sharpened the knife,
and put it on my pillow
to sing me to sleep

A bottle of pills with
my full name on it
White and motherly,
I heard them call my
name from a distance

I swallowed the pills,
I swallowed the knife,
my shadow swallowed me

I am finally home

i know i lied

but
so
did
you

(now i know)

and you tried
to make me
the villain

so
****
you

Life is a candle
It burns bright with life,
Giving light to others
Spreading heat around
People try to blow it out,
But it still stays
Until that one breeze comes,
And blows out my light,
Making me sizzle
Leaving only smell as memory
Blown out and forgotten

I hate the person in the mirror
so you'll never hear me say that
I'm good enough
I know in my heart that
the number on the scale defines my worth
and that
being thin will make me happy
I refuse to believe that
There is hope
I'm ashamed of my body
No longer can I say that
I am worth fighting for

Happiness (Bottom to Top)

And just like that,
     you came back.

As much as I wanted this,
  what if you leave again?