tal0s

When I walked, that lonely trail There were two pairs of footprints Left behind me... When I lulled myself to sleep, I felt your soft embrace; It was as if you were beside me... Vainly, I thought, you Were mine to keep. Oddly, the thought has Just pierced me so deep; I didn't take long, I realized the truth It was all an illusion, Just a make-believe fiction; Those were just lies No matter how hard I try And make myself believe It never happened it never will... It is simply a strand of reality which I desperately Cling on to.

The smell of christmas is in the air And I can feel the happiness Yes, happiness is surely there Houses light up the starless night Smiles painted on everyones face Lovely! What a beautiful sight But I just hate this time of year When Im all alone in this house With nothing... nothing I hold dear She said that she never will be Never will be here in my arms; This christmas go on without me... :(:

She adopted a mantra "What doesn't kill me, Makes me stronger." She repeated it over and over Every time she sliced As the blade slid across her skin Leaving trails of red behind She'd breath out the words. Always deep enough To make her catch her breath Then sigh in relief Eventually enough to come within  millimeters Of a bleed out. Enough to sloe her heart But never enough to stop it. Enough to loose enough red to be too tired to move But not enough to never wake up. She didn't get stronger, She got weaker and careless. She started to get infections Forget to cover her wounds She always thought of the blade It wou

Pretty cuts scattered down my arms, arranged perfectly, some old, some new, the sensation of the scissors. My moment to escape, The reality I face, My sadness, my pain, recorded by a cut. The sensation of the scissors. Everyday the same process, Every name or hit, Results in another, Some old, some new, The sensation of the scissors.