Here I am again
turned to cutting myself...
Tears started merging
from a lonely place...
Somewhere between scrambled eggs
and silent conversation...
And here is the finality dear friends,
The long awaited for end...
Your essence still lingers upon my fragile heart.
Invisible to humanity...
I wish someone would understand
The feeling inside me is nothing grand...
Maybe I'm not perfect
Im sorry I can't be...
I wasn't born to be a raven messenger,
land upon your shoulder, tossing dirty...
Day after day I pretend I'm fine
He'll never know how much I'm hurting...
You never saved the poetess
that lived within her because...
Every tear-drop that you cry
travels down your lonely cheek...
To whom do I owe the pleasure?
I leave behind mere scrapes in the snow...