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My PlanWould you like To know my plan? You told me to Have one by the Morning. If I want to cut I need a plan to Do instead. What if nothing Will help? What if I can't Think of anything?My Plan
I've tried snapping Myself with rubber Bands. I loved to see the Blood come to the Surface of my skin. That beautiful red. But a rubber band
Never let it flow Outside my skin. It didn't help much.
I've tried to write Out my feelings, But my poems can only Help so much.
I've tried screa


Losing YouI feel like We aren't friends Anymore. Am I losing you As a friend? What happened? You don't tell Me what's going On anymore. You don't seem To trust me with Anything. I haven't changed, I'm still the same Old me. Did I do something Wrong?Losing You
Are we even Friends? Because you've seemed Odd and distant from me For awhile. I promised you I Wouldn't tell anyone Your problems and Concerns. I've kept that promise, And always will. So why won't you tell Me anything anymore?


Bringing Her BackShe sits hugging her knees,Bringing Her Back
In the shower. She cannot tell if she is crying, Or if its the water raining down
Upon her. The water burns, making her feel Limp, mostly on the inside, though. Steam swirls around her bare body, Encasing her. But then he comes,
He walks in, shuts off the water, And picks her up speaking softly, Cradling her in his arms. His warmth and Love bringing her back.


Screaming.She screams herself to sleep, Almost every night. She screams for him, But he has yet to come. Screaming until her throatScreaming.
Burns. Screaming until her mouth
Goes dry. She screams as if someone Had stabbed her, Or as if she had stood there And watched him die.
Even though she screams as Loud as she cans, She doesn't believe anyone Can hear her.
And so she keeps going. Her throat red, Her voice raspy.
To her screaming, is relief. She lets it all out. All the hurt, the loneliness.


Porecelain AngelPorecelain angel With your wings of lace and flawless face Are you really perfect? What is behind your glassy eyes? What are you hiding? With one mistake, you shatter Scattering the broken pieces of your heart Were you just hollow to begin with? Or is your delicate soul trapped in you? But your glass lips are sealed shut With painted gloss And your fingers are stiff with lifelessness So we will never know.Porecelain Angel


Stereotypes KillGood thing your pretty, or is it? Some people just don't see That blond hair, blue eyes Don't make up a soul, a personality You could be as shallow as a puddleStereotypes Kill
Or as deep as the sea But to them, your just a dumb ole blonde
Good thing your athletic, or is it? Some people just don't see That quarterback, good looks Don't make up a guy You could be a Havard bound genius
Or stupid as a rock But to them, your just hormones and strength
Good thing your quiet, or is it? Some people just don't see That black clothes and makeup Don't m
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