I was comfortable
with you...

To look at yourself in the mirror
& feel hideous...

I am not
happy...

There was a time when I was little,
When I didn't feel any of this...

& no.
No matter how badly we want to be, we could never...

Her smile was once so bright.
It shined through all the death and anguish...

"Good night!"
She said...

When people look at me,
They notice my smile...

They never tell you
When growing up...

It hurts so much
To look around at everyone...

The thoughts are back
The dangerous ones that make me wish I was dead...

You left,
The day came...