Your words bite into me and your viciousness enters my blood stream like venom. I've never felt a sting quite like this before. Your words send my mind in and out of consciousness and I just cannot think straight.

Despair The iron kettle rang on the stove, sending whistles through my ear. In the whistle went through my left ear and came out of my right. Nothing stopped it. My mind is empty. Memories so fond of mine used to taunt me for hours, teasing me of what once was and what shall never be again. No one knows who I really am or how I became in this state, all they know is I am lost in a distant place and can't escape from the walls which are keeping me isolated. They call my name over and over, but I am no longer Hope, I am quite the opposite, I am Despair.

"I crave a love so deep the ocean would be jealous"

Forever Peaceful I am alone in my mind with my screaming thoughts. Friends of mine are with me, but I am still alone. I cannot escape from the from the giant mass of thoughts falling into my mind causing my emotional stability so much pressure. There is nowhere to run. I just want my thoughts to be forever peaceful. I try to run away from what only seems to be ever chasing thoughts. They don’t leave me alone, but they leave me with constant fear of loneliness. Slowly the world darkens and the thoughts halt. Instead of screaming, they chant "you will always fail, no one will ever love you, you will be forever alone!" I just want it the thoughts to turn forever peaceful. I sit on the window sill looking down upon cars speeding by, daring myself to run out in front of them. I want to run down the stairs so quickly I almost float. I want to swing my door open and slam it closed with my hands. I want to run, run until I am in the road. The noises of the cars are the key to forever peace. One hit, one screech, one bang, the end... forever peaceful.

Moments Time held still for us, or so it seemed; There we lay with my head upon your chest. Every time I exhale I see the thin, barely noticeable layer of hair sway. The silence is sharper than cutting diamond and as delicate as a moths wing. These are the moments when I really appreciate what we share. We take it in turns to tickle eachother's backs, when it's my turn, I write my name over and over. Olivia. Olivia. Olivia. I want my name to seep through your skin and scar your heart, so you'll forever wish to keep me.