Painting my art
Wishing to never be around
Using my body as the canvas
And a blade as my brush
Each scar that was added
Just a reminder of how my world was crushed

part of my poem "hopeless"

When she looks in the mirror
She doesn't know who is there
It's as if shes confused
By her own broken stare

~part of my poem Sitting in the Dark~

Nothing could ever taste as good as thin feels

I cannot cry
These drops of blood
are my subsitute
for the tears...

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The blade tears a hole
That old fimilar sting
I try to tear it all away
But I still remember everything...

Breaking free from my cell
The blade is the key
Put it to my wrist
And let the rest set me free

part of my poem Painless Suicide

I wish so much for a match
Set my world of darkness into flames
Sprinkle leaves of magic upon my arms
And softly say “things will change”

Part of my poem Broken Angel

Never do anything half way...

Tell me the truth

Don't tell me a lie

Tell me why you broke my heart

Tell me why I cry

Repeat after me

Say I love you too

But you can't

Because I asked for what's true

~from my poem Tell me what's True~

The first and worst of all fruads is to cheat one's self. All sin is easy after that.
-by Pearl Bailey