I hate what you've cast upon me, I'm ecstatic you chose me but cant ever say goodbye to you. Im a prisoner in love.

The thought of you not in my life, saddens me knowing ill turn to the one thing that can kill me.

"I just wanna fill this hole in my heart...but the closest thing I can find is my pillow..."

With you here, I want you gone.

It's easy to tell me not to kill myself, it's hard to care when I decide to stick around.

Push the blade down
just another way to cope
when my world comes crashing down
and I've lost all hope

from my poem 'Welcome to my Nightmare'

A line appears, and then another
blood lost to keep me sane
the only thing keeping me alive
is the amount of flesh from my vein

from my poem 'Welcome to my Nightmare'

She'sGivingTheBoyWhatTheyWants..TriesToActSoNonchalant..AfraidThey'llSeeThatShe'sLostHerDirection..SheNeverStaysTheSameForLong..AssumingThatShe'llGetItWrong..PerfectOnlyInHerImperfection..

She would change everything.. Everything.. Just ask her..
Caught in the in-between of a beautiful disaster..

SheLovesHerMama'sLemonade.HatesTheSoundThat"Goodbyes"Make.ShePraysSomedayToFindSomeoneToNeedHer.SheSwearsThatThere'sNo difference.BetweenTheLies&&Compliments.It'sAllTheSame,IfInTheEndTheyLeaveHer.