I really cant get over you, unless you hold me again and tell me you love me.

Picture it as this:::
my paintbrush is my razorblade
&& my canvas is my wrist

* saw it somewhere...

When I look in the mirror..
Guess who I see?
Guess again..
Because it ain't me.

From one of my latest updated poems, Please let me know what you think of it.

It's not my fault when i die for you.

Teased, pleasured, trapped, and used.
Shattered, battered, broken, bruised.
Stripped, twisted, warped, confused.

All because I fell for you.

Grab the gun from your dads drawer to end the life you dont wanna live anymore

Every once in a while this unbelievable sadness comes over my heart and breaks it all over again...not because of the way things are but the way things could of been.

I cry because I miss you
I cry because I'm sad
But most of all I'm crying
Because you hurt me really bad

What do you do when being yourself..
[[ Isnt good enough ]]

My paradise isnt on a beach...its in ure arms but unfortunatly those arms arnt mine to hold n-e more