I don't want to be here anymore,
I don't want to exist...

I didn't want to say goodbye,
but I had to let go...

I miss..
the meaningful tears...

I'm done with
Still Mornings...

No one to talk to
No one understands...

I know I'm never good enough
I just want to drift away into the movie...

Its not fair,
Being judged...

How can i sleep?
He hurt me...

[this is more like a short story then a poem]
she sat there at the computer thinking...

Crying is not over.
Burning red...

There is a hole in my heart
Where he used to be...

Im hurt
he makes me break into tears...