the first one is newest the other ones are at lesast a week old. ___________________________________________________ All is quiet, All is dark, And I am left alone. Drowning in my own pity. Gathering the shards of My broken dreams The broken glass That cuts and ravages. Blood flows freely As tears Imprints left by anger By hate By love A truce will not be reached Refusal blocks the path. I am dropped from a ledge. I lay hurt.... shattered...hated All gets quiet All gets dark And I am left alone. 3/29/05 ___________________________________________________ Nothing The scars are fading But the pain’s still here. I write these words to stop my blade Worthless though it seems to be. The days you say were lies, Replay over and over in my mind. Why do they insist on my misery? She conceals you. She hides what she feels from me. Lies... I know. I try to forget. It’s getting easier to hate you. Soon the day will come when I will feel nothing at all. 3/21/05 ___________________________________________________ Stories When you have something to say, A story Words to speak, You leave things out. I feel like I never know it all. I want it all, the truth, Honesty, Your stories May matter, Maybe not. But if I ask you, Answer in entirety, Or don’t answer, And keep your little Stories To yourself. 3/14/05 ___________________________________________________ Pretending I chuckle at their jokes, I smile like I mean it. We’re always giggling And being weird. We talk about him, We make him nicknames. We laugh at our disgusting minds, And are in hysterics when we Carry out a scheme. I let them see the smile on the outside. And despite that it seems I’m amused, I’m screaming inside. I’m remembering things, I’m crying my heart out. But I’d never let them know that, So I just keep pretending. 1/22/05 ___________________________________________________ The Knife Some things Are like having a knife cut into me. Fresh wounds, deep and painful. The release was good and bad, I scared them away. Anymore when I am reminded, That knife returns, Making the scars deeper, Reopening that wound. Only this time, its NOT me It’s you, and I can’t make you stop. So these wounds will never heal. That knife cuts deeper each time. The pain gets worse. And yet, The saddest part is, You don’t know. And might not care anyway. 2/10/05 __________________________________________________ If Only They Knew If only they knew One smile Hides so many tears. If only they knew That yes Meant no. If only they knew, That words Were words If only they knew A laugh Could be a cover. If only they knew “I love you” Meant just that. If only... If only... 2/23/05 there will be more