"What Adults Will Never Tell You (Education Binds Me To Hell)"

Take me away from this place.
I'm drifting at glacial pace
Through halls,
Smashed against walls by other bodies.
Cadavers, perhaps?
It all towers from above
And nothing appears clear through the haze.
A pit-fall.
Cannot see ahead,
Eyes locked on the floor;
The final target when it all comes crashing down.
Is everybody that blind?
Doesn't anyone care who dies beside? Stays behind?
Slow down.
Relax.
Motion blur.
High school passage-ways grow narrow.
The escape will leave scars.
They shall make recovery impossible...



"I Shall Forever Be My Personal Savior"

I want to go somewhere
Where no one knows me,
And I won't ever have to answer
To any name.
This is my shield.
This is my defense.
Try and break down these concrete walls.
Never shall you prevail.
My reward for years of emotion.
When you see my crossing the street,
Not daring to look,
For fear of past ignorance shrouds
My body in the thickest of clouds,
You will have forgotten how to address
The sad little girl I used to be.
This is my shield.
This is my defense.
Stranger, now you are,
Shall never know why
Fire burns within,
But must always be kept sealed.
For words are sharp blades
That cut through flesh such as a hand
Through the air.
Tears are the blood spilled on the battlefield.
This is my shield.
This is my defense.
For when I enter combat
It will be a fight to the death.



"Secrecy From The Outsider's Perpetual Gaze"

Hate carved in my skin.
Not a lie, but the omission of the truth.
The beauty of bending words into what they are,
Into what they aren't.
Reality tries to seep through every pore,
But today's wounds are fresh and sore.
Hate.
Each stroke burns.
Deep.
Cut.
Hate.
Blood is pumping hard.
A deafening roar in my ears.
Stop.
Hate.



"When I Wrote This, I Thought of You..."

Escape.
Desperate for one.
Some way to erase the pain.
No drug can ease the hurt; the sting of fresh cut wounds.
Never thought the one to finally notice would be no friend.
So naked in the public eye.
My mention is so cliché, and so is my wording.
It's the desire to make the pain real that drives me insane.
If it were true, physical, blood pumping,
Then there would be some promise that it'll eventually come to an end.
But this eternal hollow in my being keeps me from sanity.
At this point, I urgently need it.
A slow, morbid death awaits me,
But I have no power to do so.
Willing, oh, ten times over, but never shall Death embrace me with its cold wings
Before the belief of "my time" is set in motion.
This world that has imprisoned me is on the verge of destruction.
All I truly need is hope.



"Meant to Misinterpret"

Hate.
That is what I feel.
Love.
That is what consumes me.
Tears.
Are what run down my cheeks.
Oh, so salty.
I cannot begin to comprehend your departure.
You are planning to leave this world,
Even if you promise not to do so before me.
I know that is a promise you cannot possibly keep.
Selfish.
Selfish because I don't understand.
Do not understand why you are giving in to hatred, anger, violence and pain.
When my only weapon is my pen, when my only salvation is my fingernail digging deep into the skin on my wrists because that is how I pretend,
I forget.
I forget you're here. For me.
And then, the only scars you'll leave will be invisible.
Lacerations to my damaged heart.
I've told you before, I hate you.
With angered passion I tell you: I hate you.
Why? You asked hurt...
Because I love you.
I regret having met you.
Simply due to the fact that you've made me care.
And I see you an angel.
Sacrificed in the name of something so called justice.
Justice is only what will take me with you.



It has been a while since I have written anything. So I was thinking, perhaps, it is about time I do (even if no one ever reads it).

A Letter of Fragile Words

You're going away.
You're going away and constantly tell me I should stay.
If you aren't here, what's the point in my remaining?
My world revolves around you.
Call me what you like: mother, desperate, obsessive.
I know what I am. What you are.
Your face is a tattoo burned into my memory.
I'm afraid that when you go, all times shall be reversed.
Distance is robbing me of you. It's also what I call your destiny... Future.
It kills me inside to even imagine you lying there.
Wherever "there" may be.
Blood trickles from somewhere. From every pore.
It is violence who has possessed you.
Weapons who have made you ammunition.
Different paths that have taken you to distant lands that I will never be able to reach.
So I beg you, don't make me promise that I won't leave this world when you do.
I am tired. All I wish is for sleep. An eternal hibernation that will make me forget that you ever touched my life with your presence.
You leave, so do I.
Don't take this as a order for you to stay. I am no one to keep you back.
Just... Please... Just make your way back to me.
Somehow.
I'd say I love you if I knew you would not freak.
So all I say is that I care too much, friend.
Take my word. Hold on and never release.
It would simply unleash terror in my pathetic life.
So remember when you take flight.
Your wings will free you, but will ground me.
Eternally bound to the earth.
It will consume me.