Dear Kristen: You know, I keep writing these. Over and over again just to get it all out of my head before I break; to get these painful emotions out on paper before they make me do something I'll regret. I have so many questions I wish I could ask, so many things I wish I would have said. You are in my thoughts so much, pointless ponderings that I can't know. Are you okay? Are your grades well? Do your new peers and teacher accept you? ...Does anyone there love you as much as I did and still...

Dear Kristen: You know, I keep writing these. Over and over again just to get it all out of my head before I break; to get these painful emotions out on paper before they make me do something I'll regret. I have so many questions I wish I could ask, so many things I wish I would have said. You are in my thoughts so much, pointless ponderings that I can't know. Are you okay? Are your grades well? Do your new peers and teacher accept you? ...Does anyone there love you as much as I did and still...

Safe, they call them, Those thin needles Hiding behind their Metal masks. There mine sits, Quietly tucked In the black casing of My wallet. In my pocket Where no one sees. ... Behind bathroom stalls, Before peeling paint and Falling-off locks. I stand in the cubical, The pin held in trembling fingers, Scratching a scar Again again again. Open scabs, Make it bleed. I have to have the pain. Flushing bloodied toilet paper Down the tube Where no one will find it. ...I silently slide the pin Into ...

I've something to tell you; Can you keep a secret? There's gold in my blood Would you like to see? Hand my the blade, Dear child. See how easily These veins split; Like dental floss In the hands of a young boy. Ah, dear soul, Do not fear me, I am the same, Just not myself. Sweet child, Turn to me. Let me see Your star-kissed eyes, Frail hair tied In too many braids. Innocent soul, Come to my embrace; I've something to show you, Someone you surely must meet! Smile, Be a good boy You'll love he...

Tap Tap Tap Listen. Can you hear it? A stranger's teardrops Caressing your window? So lovely. Tick Tick Tick Bedside clock Without a chime Forever counting down Seconds in your failing life. So pretty So lovely So perfect. Scratch Scratch Scratch. Hear that, dear? That's the sound Of subconscious escape. Fingernails of Bound hands Scraping uselessly At the headboard. Why, they're yours. Shh Shh Shh. Sharpen the blade It must be perfect, Must cut clean. No more stains No more tainting perfecti...

Do you see me? Am I simply a sillhouette in an impossibly crowded room, or am I a person? Am I someone to you? I wonder if I’m worth saving. Will I be remembered years from now, when I am nothing but a name carved in stone? Or will I be just another white marker amongst hundreds of soulless strangers? I stare at the mirror, into my own hollow eyes and try my hardest to make that smile seem believable. I look back and find myself filled with regret and hate and undeniable depression. I think o...

Lure me in With cobweb lullabyes; Black and white moths That dance before my Child like eyes. Lead me to you With a haunting lullabye, Broken voice and Echoing melody. Hold me close, Although you are frozen; Let me know that I am here. Please don’t let me Fade away. Can you help me find What I have lost? The person who I once thought myself to be. Please, madam, Take my hand. Lead me back on The correct path. Show me what I was Before that day. Let me gaze Into your clouded stone eyes. Touch ...

Sing to me in words That I cannot dream of Comprehending. Your stride with mine, Stay alongside me As I begin on a journey Of self discovery. Allow me the moments That so many dream of, That even more believe Will last forever. Hold me in a Delicate embrace, A strong heartbeat To compete with my own Failing pulse. Trace the starlight, Dance in moonlight Share your heart As I do mine. Whisper nothing In my ear; A slender hand to Feel my heart. Be my lover, Be my joyful memory... Become my fore...

Perfect black lines (simple) On a white background. Swaying, forming, creating. Two perfect people Without faces Dance in the air, Caring not Knowing nothing but Their purpose. It would be nice, Wouldn't it? To simply dance To not know right and wrong Or good and evil. Seeing nothing; Never a goal No end of the song. Because, even if for a moment, You can be empty. You can be perfect. You can be Nothing.

I ascended today. I was freed from my worldly tomb And I became light as air. I became the black and white wind Runnning through the hair Of that one I had longed To call my lover. I became the Comforting cold and Destructive force ...I wept today. I said my goodbyes and My burdens vanished. I became the wind; I became Nothing...