The wind wip's her face
the tree next to her, the only thing to embrace.
In this lonely place.
Staring at the ocean's depth and waves
calling her name.
She comes here on the edge of the cliff
because it makes her feel alive.
And god knows she's dead inside.
She brings her pack
because breathing in the smoke
is less painful than jumping of a chair with a noose around your throat.
But she goes closer to the edge this time
wondering why
she choose's to die
one cigarette at a time
instead of
joining the killing waves.
And ending her days spent in a horrible place.
She peeks over the edge
"go ahead" says her head
she takes a step.
The end.

Summer creeps into the air
the sun brightens her hair.
But not her sad dark eyes..
She's still in despair.
Her life was never fair
but she doesn't care.
Her sadness and insanity
were the perfect pair.
Underneath all that hair,
they hid in the darkest parts of her,
where she doesn't dare to try and find.
She writes in her journal all the time,
but these things control her insane mind.
She tries to explain to her therapist using hand motions,
like a mime trying to display a crime.
Because it's hard to say
that dark thoughts fill her head everyday.
Begging her to let them out to play.
That is the only way to keep them at bay.
So they don't steal even the light of the day.

You smell like tea,
you smile at me.
Give me love i plea.
Your hands so timid and gentle on my face
into your arms i'm embraced.
You make me feel safe.
You make my heart race.
I trace your jawline and stare into your ocean eyes
give me love i cry.
i nuzzle my face into your neck,
love is what i expect.
You run your hands down my back
creating shivers that's a fact.
Happiness with you i never lack.
I love you too the moon and back.
Your smile so sweet,
the music you play
get's stuck in my head for days.
Your lips i crave.
We both love the ocean,
we express ourselves with words unspoken.
Your piano play a soft lovely melody,
my hands write a sad tragedy.
Your hand fits in mine like a glove,
give me love.

Drown my sorrows
instead of myself.
My liquors top shelf.
She doesn't kid herself,
she's clinically insane
only alive for the game.
Sadness is all she gains.
She doesn't watch the rain,
she's too busy sleeping away the pain.
To keep herself sane.
She throws back the pills
with five in her grasp,
she keeps going and starts to laugh.
This is the way a psychopath acts.

Have i gone mad yet?
My head has cracks,
there's something wild about my laugh.
Sanity i sometimes lack.
My head is a labyrinth,
not a map.
Your bound to get off track
and lose your mind along the way
with every dark path you decide to take.
But i know every dark thought
and it haunts me everyday..
But i wouldn't mind if they stayed,
i often stay inside nightmares for days.
The dreams in which i'm dying are the best iv'e ever had.
So have i gone mad?

I am not a full moon.
I am the crescent moon.
Because i  will always be empty.
And doomed,
to die alone its true.
The dying stars make the sky
a graveyard.
I see them moving
while i'm in the car
and realized i'm not the stars
who die with another not too far.
I am the moon who can't make it through the night
with out the sun that shines so bright.
Darling will you be my light?

With curls in her hair,
the forest in her eyes.
Everyone believed her when she said she was fine...
she lied.
Those forest eyes often cried.
She always wanted to be like the birds and fly
but felt her wings were broken
so she never tried.
Her element was fire,
it sole purpose was to destroy.
She destroyed herself,
in order to save everyone else.
But her forest eyes
made many people smile.
As she laid on the cool tile
her arms bleeding for awhile
her sister realized her broken smile,
that when she said she was doing fine, she lied.
So her sister went to her and held her
while she cried
said everything was going to be fine,
she didn't lie.
She would hold her together forever
until her sister was truly better.