The Longer you keep it around..
The worse it will hurt in the end..

She rejects your invitations, just to be alone
she stays to herself, so that her pain remains unknown

from my poem ___alone

Her seventeenth birthday
just the beginning
but she is already ready for the end

happy birthday to mee___.

The love she fought for to her no longer matters
nothing is felt from a heart that has been shattered

My wrist tells stories
you'll never understand

No more hurting myself
Just to see if I can feel
My world is imaginary
I already know I'm not real

I LOVE TO DREAM BECAUSE
MY DREAMS TAKE ME AWAY
SO FAR FROM MY OWN REALITY
iN MY DREAMS iM BEAUTIFUL
iN MY DREAMS PEOPLE LOVE ME
BUT MOST OF ALL BECAUSE
iN MY DREAMS..
i HAVE YOU

I dont regret anything ive done
because i kno somehow
everything ive ever done
good and bad
Some how
-Led me to you-

The lights are on but my world so dark
My pain you'll never know
I smile for you because its easier
I'll never let it show

*from my poem 'Help me before it's too late'*

She took one last look at herself
Still feeling the pain from her life
She took the razor of the shelf
And for the last time..
Closed her eyes

*from my poem 'The Last Time'