You cant see that the laughs are full of lies.
You cant see that I really want to die.
You cant see that I have nothing left to give.
I'm just a ghost in your mirror.

Part of my poem "Cant see"

Mommy, you said I could ask you anything.
So now I'm asking this,
Is it ok if I end my life?
This pain is getting to be too much.

Part of my poem "Mommy, Im asking."

You may hear her whisper,
'This was my invisible death,
You know you want one to,
Bury yourself next to me,
So together we can be.'
- Part of my poem "Invisible death"

I love birthdays, not because of the gifts and cake,
But because it means your even closer to dieing,
If you havent already decided to end it...

Mommy, I'm asking you now,
Why it is no one can see,
That every time I try,
They only disappoint me.

-Part of my poem "Mommy, I'm asking."

If i were to take you under my wing, Would you end up cutting it off and make me crash?

Ive said it once,
And Ill say it again,
Its the same story,
Just with a different end.

I want to be that little girl over there.
The one thats laughing and telling her daddy to push her high.
I used to be like her.
What went wrong in my life to make me want to end my life now and feel so unwanted?

Push me down,
Turn my life around,
Make this smile into a frown,
Allow me my death and tell not a soul,
And promise you wont ask about my goal.

It has become a habit not to tell people how Im feeling, because I know if I do they will not care and only pretend to wonder why.