The only way for you to truely understand what im going through is if your only relief comes from pain...

.Oh how I missed the heart pounding, blood rushing, pain ceasing, kiss of my blade.

...When The Pills Wear Off, And The Pain Comes Back, You Realize It Would Be Easier To Just Die...

[.-."Hating me is inevitable. Loving me is impossible".-.]

*why should i have to die to fix this pain? its because of you i feel this way..

*this blood replaces the tears i no longer weep

*you see the smiles..... i see the lies

*you think she cuts to hurt.... I know she cuts to heal

The definition of poetry to me:
any feelings or thoughts written out on paper to help express oneself

*why is it that when i need you the most..... you leave me out in the cold?