We are stronger
Than any obstacle
We have been through
So much and here we are
Still fighting
For something
SO WORTH fighting for
Here we are
Battling every day
For our love
To rejoin
Hands
And to once again
Meet at the lips
And slip into bliss
Here we are
Aching for each other
Heart, body, mind and soul
A love unlike any other
Surpassing the teenage years
And entering us into adulthood
For together our dreams
Become real.

healing takes a long time
but i'm finally
healing
slowly but surely
i'm feeling less and less pain
the scars on my wrists
and on my heart are healing
maybe even one day
i'll be happy again
who knows

that piece of music
reminds me of you
whenever i play it
i don't think
you'll ever
come back to me
so i'll never
be able
to listen to
that song with you
so i guess
i'll stop
listening to it

my eyes are red from
all the tears i've cried
my wrists are red
but healing with time
the wounds on my heart
are fresh and raw
and that'll probably
be the only part of me
that may not ever heal

i think ive fooled everyone.
they all believe im happy.
that my laughter and smiles are real.
and yes, sometimes they are...
but, id rather see the blades and the blood.
and the real smile that creeps onto my face as
i press d
               o
                  w
                      n
into my skin and the vein opens up
and the blood starts pouring out.

i see myself doing this every night.
i know one day that i am bound to relapse.
i know that one day i wont be able to take it anymore.
i know that i probably am a bit crazy... probably even on the verge of psychopathy/sociopathy...
but, i am trying. i am trying to stop and i guess thats all that matters.

sometimes i believe that i should've killed myself last year,
but then i remember that i wouldn't have met half of the people that
i have come to love today.