Funny, how she always seems
to laugh and joke among her friends...
I had a dream
In the mid of the night...
Every day is a battle
Between fat and thin...
No tears you say
Yet they fall...
During mornings
she cuts...
Dreams of someplace else
Of somewhere clear as day...
Pick up a knife,
slit my wrist...
Dear Cutter,
You need to trust me...
I walk down the crowded halls
Nobody notices me...
Sparkling tears slowly fall down pale cheeks
Gently rolling over all the curves and extra...
{This is a new poem and I'm still improving it, so...
I wish I felt better...
There once was an extravagant tree
Strong and tall with...