You in the back ( Read more... )

Little girl ( Read more... )

My name is written in blood across this page
As i pour my soul into it.
I'm slowly loosing grip of my senses.
Burning flesh smells like wild flowers
Tears look like razorblades sliding across my skin
These words are moving to form thoughts of their own
It is not me writing these words
It is the words which are writing me

bad bad poem ( Read more... )

i wish you could see ( Read more... )

I'm sorry for i have sinned ( Read more... )

i i could forget yesterday ( Read more... )

I want someone who I can look at and smile ( Read more... )