You don't want to give anyone, anything,
Your heart, your time, your trust...

She didn't cry
Or dare to weep...

You call me elegant
Maybe, I'm a word smith of sorts...

Too close to touch
Too far to feel...

She felt like a star once, until heaven cast her...
Falling like an angel of fire...

I'll figure it all out one day
Life, love, people...

If I wrote a poem of infinite sadness
The pages would be empty...

You must be the change you wish to see in the...
This strength found in others, when they have none...

She hates herself today
More than yesterday...

Only hurts when I think
Lobotomy on the table...

It melted over her tongue
Coated her mouth...

Empty inside
Like a drum...