In my world...Cuts,
don't bleed...

She burnt down her house with herself inside,
a young girl; only sixteen with big dreams...

I am a writer of poetry.
And I am a friend when you need a hand...

There's a certain silence in sirens,
a silence that overwhelms the whole body...

As I feel so lost,
in his embrace...

I had to make a difficult decision to let you live...
in the hospital, I had to be the one to choose...

She's my best friend,
and my protector...

Walking to the golden gates.
Looking at the ground nothing...

Too many break downs to hold on,
this love I felt is gone...

Hiding in my hair once again,
pretending not to care...

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The anger that lays beneath...

Kissing the mirror; obsessed with your reflection,
red lipsticks prints; in love with yourself...