To forget or not forget
Neither is my question...

I used to cut myself, because I hated who I was. I...
A Cutters Plea...

My heart cringes further
with each escaping moment...

I've been hurt because of you
cried tears of a cold blue...

I haven't known you
for years but my heart...

I think a thought I wish had been lost
When you decided to go...

Wrapped up tight
With pieces missing...

Sitting on cold cement
long jeans crossed...

Lies, stories, the truth. These are the questions...
Again...

As you grow older the more sapient you become.
And each day you make life worth living for...

Darkness a simple
illusion that covers...

I can't seem to get
myself out of these...