Cynical Oh cynical girl with the bright eyes, the words they say are just lies, Oh precious thing, What have you done? The blood slowly starts to run. Down your wrists, From your slits, Mind replaying back the hits, The hatred they said, The things they told So you cut and cut, Now you're cold.

Shadow I walked a thousand miles, A journey I wanted to take, But my shadow did not follow, It made my heart ache. My shadow, you missed the sunrises, My shadow, why'd we part? My shadow, you missed the love, My shadow, you missed my heart. I walked a thousand miles, Not a word was said I'm really sad to say, My shadow has fled. My shadow, you missed the moments, But my shadow, I missed you most, My shadow, I am so sad, My shadow, you are a ghost. I walked a thousand miles, With the thought of you in my head, But those miles I walked alone, Because my shadow is dead.

/// Put on a fake smile, Put on a show, Save the tears for midnight, And no one will know. You're lovely little drawings, Just can't be on display, Sweaters and long pants, To your dismay. Hide it from your friends, Your family can't see, That you have felt, That you needed to bleed. Your silent little cries, Your desperate little pleas, But all that pain your feeling, Is what no one will see. The darkness that controls you, Your now cold heart, That lovely little demon, That tore you apart. The lovely little thoughts, Swirling in your head, Are now the reason, That you are dead.

#poems For Annalise Oh Annalise, So small and frail, If you only you knew, You were bound to fail, A misconception, A risky lie, A heavy burden, On which you'll die. Oh Annalise, If you only knew, The monster in which you had grew, And if you saw, Your misery, You'd wish to be blind, You wouldn't dare see, There's nothing left, There's nothing more, The gallery of cuts and scars galore. Oh Annalise, Pretty and poor, Forget the blondes of which you adore. Oh Annalise, You stare back at me, trembling lip, Eyelids heavy, The broken glass, Around our feet, The pain is ever so sweet. Oh Annalise, I wish you knew, That I was once, A girl like you.

Birthday? "It's your birthday, Why are you so sad?" "Just another year older, Another year colder, Another year gone bad." "But.. It's your birthday, Mustn't you be glad?" "Just another year, Of endless tears, And memories that I have." "But... It's still your birthday, You can't just lie in bed." "Oh mother please, I beg you leave, Those people fill me with dread," "It's your birthday, And you'd rather lay here instead?" "You can't have fun on your birthday, When you want to be dead..."