&& as he watched her take of her make-up, he wondered why she even put it on

Cuts, scars, bruises, lies and fake laughs. Fake smiles, constant cries and a horrifying past. Promises broken, lost loves.. and the “trust me” that didn’t last.

What happens,
When your everything,
isn't enough?

Sticks and stones will brake my bones but weed will never hurt me.

I cut and cut
To feel the pain
But I ask
What do I gain?

Dripping walls
Red stained floors
She falls
Behind the closed door

Let my shadow cast over my existence,

let the cold night freeze and shatter my memories

let my neverending tears blind me

let the blood that runs from me bind me

We dont need to whisper,
because forever will come to and end,
and our shadows are security...

I guess we do have something in common...
We both HATE ME...

I sometimes get this feeling
That is so hard to explain
I do not know the meaning?
But it causes so much pain!

(from my poem "This Feeling")