I will die for you,
lie for you,
get naked, and sprawl my heart
wide   for   you.

There is no knife that cuts my skin

Just too many bright reflections

Good words are screaming from within

And blood might help confessions

I’ve read so many similar words on here

In some weird way that fills me with fear

I can understand it’s romantic, I guess

But for once in my life I wish to hear less

Little red drops, they won’t help the pain

Big chunky bracelets on your wrist

It makes you feel like you’re insane

Yet still you remain, and still you insist

My final letter:
An elegy to friendship,
A knife in your back.

My solace is in your laughter,
In your kindness,
In your heart.

My touch-starved soul yearns
To return to your embrace,
To come home.

My eyes have an ocean,
you never saw.
My throat have a storm,
you never listened.
                                      - tharunii

No matter what you do
No matter what you say
Even when I haven’t a clue
I love you anyway

No matter where you are
No matter how far away
I’ll drive there in my car
Every single day

No matter what you ask
No matter what you need
I will meet the task
For our love to just succeed !

Everyone needs love
And everyone needs to love
Everyone need someone
and someone needs everyone
Humans can’t survive alone
Everyone needs someone
Someone and everyone
Needs someone to love!

A sunny morning
Out goes the washing
Sun shining
Giving off a warm glow
Of a beautiful day
The warmth of Sun rays
One of those washing days!
Then but oh then
Opened up the heavens
The rain came down, then more
Oh And then more
Wet is the washing
I do implore
Oh no and more!
It all fell to the floor!

its very easy --
to get obsessed,

getting obsessed
...but with writing?

it can hurt.

because it becomes
your only way
to cope,
to stay sane --

to be okay.

and its hard to
open up to people
after writing for so long.


and having paper
be the only one
who truly understands.

its difficult to be
vulnerable and open
about your feelings
and opinions
when writing them
is all you know.

It all starts with one.
One taste, one try, one time
It then turns into "just one more"
One more drink, one more hit, one more cut
Until it turns into one less person in the world