You know those days
when nothing specific is wrong...
Raining Down My Cheeks
Droplets Full Of Woe...
This time last year I remember so well
They were my darkest days...
She enters the bathroom, rushed and shaking,
Locks the door, to prevent her-self from escaping...
*This isn't a truthful poem, I'm not going to be...
Crimson pain cascades from me...
- Confused...
You’re travelling so fast...
I wonder if I will ever sit and smile and laugh
If I will ever just be normal, have real friends...
Finding my path, laid out under my feet
Wiping the tears away from my bitter eyes...
Can you see her blackened face,
And the cuts upon her lip...
This mirror is my life
A portal to the world...
Dear Diary I'm hurting again
I can't take this much more...
The sting of the blade,
succumbs my mind...