The touch of the razor
the touch of the knife...
She is tired of faking smiles and laughs,
Feeling so emotional, and dying in her dreams...
The clock ticks on,
You still weren't there...
I feel so alone
So out of place...
When I look inside myself,
Do you know what I see...
I see my reflection in the mirror
I ask myself what more is there to fear...
Do you know what its like to feel alone. Really...
Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed and...
I walk the school halls
hoping not to be seen...
I lie awake to the memories of my disgrace
Imperfections thrown back in my face...
June 25, 2008
little girl whats wrong now...
One shot
For the beginning of mine...
Poems are my suicide,
love is my depression...