my pride?
i have lost it
can't find it among my stuff
im better off without it
now my words are rough.

I stopped buying blades
i outgrew that phase
now i cut myself mentaly
now i am scared my own face.

Hear the voices
So many choices

Which would you like?
Here comes the strike
The joker, the depressed, the one who dreams?
Split personality? So it seems
Maybe you'd like to hear
They're getting closer- so near!
The one who's quiet, likes school, is neat
Time to go out; voices to greet
Or the bubbly, popular one
Quick, run
Perhaps the one with snarky comments
Use common sense
Oh, wait, you don't have a say
Go far away
In what invades your mind
Dark, cruel, or kind

Hear the voices
*But there's no choices

You write so beautifully**
                *Your mind must be a twisted place

she wished she was taller,
her hair was coloured red
if you put the plate up there
you could eat right of her head.
she decicded to be silly
so she made me help her grow
as she couldn't do it physicly
she said she will explore:
She wanted to be smarter
so i gave her some books
but in stead of becoming scientist
she became a cook.
she wanted to be a pilot
i made her a plain
she made hole in a cloud
so it started to rain.
she wanted to be a singer
i gave her a verse
she couldnt sing well
it sounded like curse
she blamed it all on me
for not being taller
excuse me miss,
but just be thankfull
that you're not even smaller