There by the door
sits a child, screaming "please, no more"

Caught in a moment, and I won't let it go. I am falling deep and losing my control

"I wish I could try to explain it
these thoughts going on in my head
I'm running away from everything
but wake up in my bed"

From my poem "Crying is a sin"

"So give me my knife
it's what I need
it is my kind of heroine,
my very own Speed"

From my poem "I'm sorry I can't let you in"

"The keys to the doors are missing
They've been gone for a very long time
Can you wipe my eyes when I'm crying?
Cause crying is a crime"

From a poem I recently wrote. Could you please read and comment it?

Sometimes I feel like a ventriloquist. I scream for help, but my mouth remains closed...

(By me)

Being alive scares me

Stopping self harm is like eating soup with a fork

Live spelled backwards is evil

(Not mine)

Your future depends on your dreams... so go to sleep!