You believe that a drug can cure you,
You believe that a knife can impale only skin...

So long she saw it, profound within a shadow,
A window, a slumber, never reached, occupied by a...

When is cutting self abusing?
Is it wrong to take a knife...

In the making of a scene so wrong, a vivid...
Hands that are hidden within the walls of...

I’ve been so scared to write something like...
Base it on a problem, base it on a wrist...

I see the world for what it is,
And yet my eyes feel glazed with hate...

My time is running out,
My life is seeing a picture...

See it in your eyes,
What lay’s at the end of this road...

The time of forgiving is over,
The lonely soul wonders in the dark...

When you open that door,
And I’m sure one day you shall...

Take today and hold it out,
Make the past forget you...

*This poem is to all my friends, Layla, Hannah and...
Has there ever been a window...