Mutilation and suicide tie
in an interesting craze...

When the hope around me crumbled
and the sky seemed to sink...

I dream a dream
too far fetch of reality...

I stand in the present
but the future taints my mind...

If I must love one,
why'd it have to be...

Just another teenage depression poem lol----
The flames from my soul...

The blood pouring from my wrists,
the burns mutilating my skin...

--when reading this, imagine the song "Hush...
Hush little girl...

For Shaun
I didn't want to fall in love...

I am the daughter of God
and I believe that thoroughly...

Don't Ever Get Aim,
Repetive Message Pops Up...

An overweight girl taught by all,
scales are judgement of beauty...