She needs to be saved

Sometimes I Look In The Mirror & Imagine Your Reflection.........

They say its not the fall that kills you...
its the sudden stop
and the saddest thing is,i really cant wait
to.hit.the.ground
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The rope burns have faded
The bruises have healed
It's amazing what a simple smile
These days can conceal

- from my poem 'Never Be the Same'

I have arrived at that point where my depression, that pain, can no longer be expressed through prose. I have arrived to that place where its beyond the ability to see the cold beauty of suffering.

What is there to life for if life has no meaning within ourselves,.

I curse at the mirror 'cause the only image I see is fear.

Her smile, they won't look past
her arms they don't see
her eyes they ignore

Held it all together now i dont give a fcuk if i die. !

I am angry at my sorrow but I can forget my anger with music and release my sorrow with poetry