Psychotic Lately, my stray thoughts are starting to become more clear Whispering the same things they once did before But somehow, it's darker this time I can hear them in the depths of my core They're telling me to do vile things If I told you, I would be locked away They're chanting to pick up a weapon To choose my victims before May They used to shout at me to harm myself Now, they have changed their aim I'm not sure if I can do what they wish To murder, frighten, & maim Of course, why would the others suspect The quiet, fragile country girl For the devil to whisper into her ear To make her morals whirl Just the thought of their cries for mercy Brings a grin upon my angelic-looking face I know how evil it may seem But, I shall complete my task with grace

Trust Trust is a fragile thing I do not easily share my secrets I'll rarely will divulge into my thoughts My soul is wrapped in iron wrought They never notice the sinful signs Throwing my meals away discreetly When I forgetfully roll up my sleeves They see the scars and leave To think you truly know me What a hilarious notion you keep You have no idea what I've been through People using me is unfortunately, nothing new Do you have any idea what it is like To face a battle inside your mind For no one to ask if you're okay I suppose it's always been this way But yet, they still ask with false smiles Smeared upon their faces Only though because they're curious Do they know that makes me furious Trust is a fragile thing I decided you were worthy Another foolish mistake You took something broken And somehow again it did break

Conflicted Strength and strain Darkness and pain New #life and new hope Old sorrow, new rope What is there to gain In this strenuous game Falling down a steep slope No longer to reign Prepared to maim Given up on hope Can't continue to cope Overflowing with shame In this never-ending game Some call it #life It's true name is pain

Death The reused line; "alone we shall die" It is painfully true to hear at this age But that's just the way #life goes Tragically beautiful like a black rose There's no point in fretting as you stare into space Thinking of new ways to combat this tragedy Death is inevitable in its glorious fashion Nothing can destroy the Grim Reapers passion One day we will all hear the banshee's scream The grim galloping of horses feet Followed by the ghostly carriage The headless man will take your hand in marriage

Thirteen Years Old Alone I was walking Down that quiet country road No one there was talking As I carried my load Not a soul was in sight As I made my way home On that cold winter night Daydreaming about Rome I was recently thirteen I had started a new school No one was mean No one person was deemed "cool" Did I look too innocent? Walking cheerfully alone Is that why you went? While I was on my way home It happened so fast I can hardly recall But that moment did last And I felt so small You dumped me on the road When you had got your satisfaction So much heavier then became my load Now I use pills as a distraction You took my short childhood With a smug sinister grin I wept as you dragged me into that wood I was fragile and lost, but you did win Walking home alone On that quiet country road You took my innocence At thirteen years old