She grips on tightly to her precious black crayon,
as if it was made of gold. She harshly scribbles...
At times, I just want to get out of here.
This place has memories, where I sinned...
When words turn to darkness a raven sings
Flapping it's wings to the bright moon light...
There are two sides to my being, sharing the same...
one you see all the time, the others heart is...
She cuts she cuts
So she can feel...
I tell myself I don't need it
And that what I'm feeling will pass...
I know I'm not worth saving
And I need help that you can't give...
To share my love is what I seek,
to be the sexy pose model at his peak...
Life takes a hold of you, you're not in control...
But aren't I supposed to be...
Depression is like a parasite slowly eating away...
(I know its not really a poem but I hope this...
No one sees the real me,
They only see who I show...
"Sweetie, brace yourself"
I tell the mirror...