Help me,
I cry...

Love is a battlefield,
wars starting everywhere...

He held my hand...
Pretending to look at it...

My best friend,
My one and only person I can actually talk to...

It's beautiful
Can't you see...

My hearts like paper,
Bleeding more and more each day...

She sees her sharp glittery thing….
Her sharp blade...

I see a girl…
She sits on her bed...

She restarts and goes deeper into the skin this...
The skin that once was clear beautiful...

But now let’s go on with my life…
Everything I do it…Just seems to turn out...

Why can’t you just love me…?
You talk about me...

Ok I Know This Poem Is Long...It Has 6 Parts To...
The days gone by...