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.

Just live and breathe, try not to die again.

I've always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don't write about it.

Three simple words I HATE YOU!!!!!

She was so lost yet she never said a word....

Why do I keep on loving you