She is a beautiful flower
soaking up the light,
standing nice and tall,
when the days are nice and bright.
But sometimes days are gloomy grey
and there's hardly any light at all,
and those days are the ones
where she doesn't stand as tall.
But when the clouds begin to part
and all the dark has gone away,
that little flower stands stronger and taller
with each new bright and sunny day.

I am beyond amazed
by the battles you have won,
and the beautiful symphonies you have
created.

I truly love the rain
and the dark grey skies
I love to sit and watch the Earth
as it gently cries.
It is cathartic
and artistic
it's peaceful.
it's simplistic.

I guess it's truly over.
Everything's been said and done.
And it was a scary, winding roller coaster.
But the painful rush was really fun.

They say friendship is an unsinkable boat
to those still here I must say "Thanks",
But remember the Titanic was unsinkable too,
but in the end it sank.

I'm counting my losses
They are tallied on my skin
But that is not the worst of it
The worst is all within.

It's such a shame when
You lose passion for something
That once made your eyes light up
And your soul smile

I will always pick and chose
Which battles I fight
And you will
Never
Be
One of them.

Please help, I've lost my direction.

Why try to fly
when you are always doomed to fall?
Why stand,
if they'll always make you crawl?
Why try
Anything at all?

Come now,
the rain.
Wash the blood off my hands,
wash the scars off my heart.

Perfect lips
Speak perfect lies
Painting perfect pictures
Of perfect lives.

These unspoken words
Are the noose in which
I hang myself with

This poetry is slowly
Killing me

She lives and breathes
Poetry and that
Is why she walks around
With a constantly broken
Heart.

I'm just biding my time, waiting, just waiting, to disappear

Just biding time, don't mind me.

The anesthesia in my veins
Takes away all the pain.

They covered the yellow brick road.

One of the most
Tragic words
Lingering. Between hope
And hopelessness
Of yeses and noes

The night is clear
but not a single star shines
I wish you were mine.

Two words that hold in their hands
the lives of so many people
who are just
barely holding on.

Today is the day
to throw the razors away.
It’s self harm awareness day.
I know that it’s a hard thing to do.
But I know that you can make it through
There are other’s out there that are just like you
I’ll give you a list if it will convince you it’s true
so put down your razors, your scissors your knife
It is just a bad day and not a bad life
Replace those red marks with orange butterflies instead
and remember you are stronger than what’s in your head.
You are strong beautiful and never alone
you are amongst the bravest people I’ve ever known.

Everything looks different
when I walk the streets with you.
The grass looks greener
and the sky looks much more blue.

Am I alive or just breathing?
I'm a goner but my heart's still beating.
My sleeves are red and I'm still bleeding.
I'm at the edge and I'm falling.
Somebody save my soul.

Sometimes it's easier
to take the pain and embrace it,
than it is to let it go
especially when it's all
you know anymore.

There are three ways pain
changes someone.
It can make them.
It can break them.
Or they can learn
to love the fire.

Before you walk away I want you to know,
you were my hardest goodbye and my favourite hello.

As we watch the rain hit the ground
you ask me "why does it keep coming down?"
With a sad and dull look in your eyes,
one that reflected the mood of the skies,
and I tell you, "The bigger the clouds grow,
The brighter and more beautiful the rainbow"

We all look for
that thing that makes
our souls ignite;
that thing is called
LOVE

My ink starts to bleed
as I sit here with
tears rolling off of
my cheeks.
My words telling stories
of heartache and pain.
Maybe as it bleeds and
washes away,
it will take the pain with it.
If only...

Someone,
help me.
Please.
They've replaced my blood
with anesthetics,
I
CAN'T
FEEL
ANYTHING

The Earth's tears cover the trees
in the forbidden courtyard
where everything
even time
stands still

Bruises and scars.
My fists are hard
the walls are harder.

Please do not get close to me
Because I fear that if you do,
You'll decide that I'm not worth your time
And I will lose you too.

I swear that in that moment
The sun could've been burning out
And I would never have
Noticed.

Some scars will last forever
as stories written on our skin,
They tell the stories of our past
and all the places you have been.
They were left there for a reason
to remind you that you're strong
for all those cold, hard, bitter days
when it gets harder to go on.

Come outside with me
and we can stand in the rain
it's truly amazing
how it can wash away the pain.
Now look down at your scars
count them while you do
because they are and will remain as proof
of all the times you made it through.

You are a shining star
dancing in the night
there's so much power in you
that's why you burn so bright,
but sometimes clouds roll over
and block out all your shine
but don't worry they will break soon
you just have to give it time.

Sometimes I stop and ask myself,
was the poetry worth
the pain
in the end?

It was the blooming of madness
that destroyed us all
in the end

I once knew a girl
who was tormented by Death
everyday she would battle
for one more breath.
Then a boy came along
who was full of life
"don't give in!" he would say
"don't march to Death's fife!".
"It's hard," she would say
"I can't do it much longer".
"Come on!" he would shout
"I know you can be stronger!"
"You must push on
wipe the dirt from your knees,
don't give up hope
and soon you'll be free!"
So she tried to push on
with Life by her side
looking back on he days
she wished she could die.
So Death pushed her harder
and though life really tried
he could do nothing but watch
the light die in her eyes.
One night while she lay
awake in her bed
Life came to see her,
here's what he said:
"This is Death's game
to see if you'll give in,
but there's so much to live for
you can't let him win!
Just keep moving forward
and hold your head high-"
"But I'm too far gone" She would say
"So why even try?"
"I'll give you a reason,"
Life said with a smile,
"Since the day that I met you,
you've come thousands of miles."
She said, "If it's true,
and there is still hope,
help me out of this hole,
send down your rope."
So life sent it down
and she held on tight
she stopped simply surviving and lived
and realised he was right.
"Congratulations!" Life shouted,
"the game is now done!"
A smile spread over her face
as she shouted "I won!"

The water rushes over her feet and carries her away
on this dark and stormy day
and the birds scream and shout and cry
as she tells the world goodbye.

They say the things that you'll regret
are the things you didn't do,
but the one thing I regret the most
is the time I spent with you.

The thing about pain,
is it never goes away,
but with one single tiny pill
you can escape it for a day.