Your distorted lies
On my mangled skin
With her bruised ego
and his disfigured face.

Maybe if we look hard enough, we'll find someone whole

Not with our impaired vision.

I hated going to piano lessons
at first
Because my hands are ugly and scarred.
But the teacher,
Her hands were gnarled with age
And she still played the most beautiful music.

Set me on fire already.
I've been waiting a long time.
Go ahead, just do it.
I won't scream anymore.

Will you put lilacs on my grave?

                                 *I've always loved them so.

You're a monster.*
He looked at me for a moment
and muttered,
I know.
Without a thought,
He went back to his beastly ways.

It makes me angry,
When other people hurt each other.
I couldn't give a ****
about what you do to me,
but please don't hurt others.

I've long since stopped caring
About my own feelings.
If I can protect someone else,
I'll take the beating.

Do you think that
Adam and Eve's
betrayal made god
sorry he created them?

When you see a plane,
What do you think?
Do you wonder where
it is returning from?

Does the rain remind you
of the other nights it rained?

What does it mean to love?
What does it mean to live?

*Just who are you?

You can't breathe.
Gasping for air.
The panic as your lungs  fill with water.
You'd never think  water could burn so much.
The cacophony of your mind, screaming at you.
The disbelief that you are drowning.
The mind and body do not know how to die gracefully
The very process of drowning makes it harder and harder
Not to drown.

How long did it take you to break me?
For it takes a second to break,
And years to fix.

Please
Make me feel like
I'm worth something,
Anything at all.
Don't just walk away,
Don't just ignore me.
Don't leave me all alone,
to be nothing in this nothing world.

He smirked at me, surprised by my sass, even in death.
Death wore a suit, looking every bit the striking businessman.
He held a heavy tome as he read my name, telling me it was not my time.
Leaning in the crook of his arm was the sharp scythe, glimmering faintly.
Death touched my face with his cold hands, his fingers brushing across my delicate lips, and under my chin.
He made me look into his eyes and spoke gently,
"It is not your time. I will see you again, but today is not the day."
A tear ran down my cheek and his icy fingers wiped it away.
Death leaned forward, his presence bringing cold and dread.
With his frosty lips, he tenderly kissed my forehead.
He kissed down my face, leaving a chill with each touch.
Death's mouth met mine as he breathed life back into me.
Everything went dark, and I sat up with a start, alone in my cold bed.