I remember that one fateful night,
The night I dreadfully died...
She grips on tightly to her precious black crayon,
as if it was made of gold. She harshly scribbles...
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...
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...
I absolutely hate the the silence
Screaming in my ears...