All I need is a word in my head
And I cant stop what is said
Everything will blurt out
That is why I write everything down
Why cant people respect that?
Why cant people not use that?
This is my weakness
I have figured out
That I must live in doubt
Doubt that ppl
Will not read this
Doubt that
Everything will work out
For the good
This is my weakness
I have figured out

Saw all the faces
All the children
All the adults
Every person stared
In amazement
As everyone found out
That their precious
Little girl
wasn’t all good
But instead
Found her
Laying on the floor
Blood around her
Slits at the wrists
Scars on her legs and arms
What should they do?
What should they do?
She was slipping
Just what she wanted
They didn’t know
She loved the pain
And wanted to know
What type of pain it was
If she was dead
Surely she would
Go to hell
Ohh how wonderful
Would that be
But not for her
Family
Oh the pain
It was amazing
Soul slipping
from her body
They couldn’t stop her now
Her existence
Entering the after life
Now she could
Be with the ones
The ones that
Everyone thought
Were perfect
Until it was
To late
The ones that
were weird
Maybe even psychotic
The ones who
Were dead just like her.
Oh the great
Mad family
What the most
Perfect family
…for her.

Handle pressed
Firmly in one hand
Blade slicing at the other
Breaking the smooth skin
Another wound
That has to be opened
Blood trickling out of the cut
So warm…yet so cold as it runs
Onto the floor
The sensation of power
Is over whelming
Tears running from the pain
Yet a smile spread across the face

Everyone can see
That I ant perfect
I never was
I never am gonna be
Why cant ppl just believe me
When I say
Dnt get caught up
With me

trying to find the reason
trying to help you out
but u always seem
to have some doubt
i never wanted
you to get hurt
never want you
to not figure this out
i hope it all gets better
i hope it all works out
tell me the reason
to your sorrow
you dnt have to right now
but know that
i will always be here
even tomorrow