Frustration
she needs somebody...

Little words
written in red...

Little red stars
twinking...

Dear Mom,
are you proud of me...

Out of your box
but surrounded by lines...

Running
breathing...

Every tear's reflective,
reflective of this pain...

I wonder why you don't see it,
see these tears upon my face...

Razor blade hearts
words kill her inside...

Broken hearts stop screaming
broken poems repeat themselves...

If only these little shards-
glass pieces of a broken heart...

The lights are fading
setting sun...