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Another drop in my viens, Just once more to get me through the night, Another lie I like to tell myself. I've never been haunted before. It just a ghost that I've tried to hide in my closet, But this secret refuses to be kept, To be restrained. But I'll try anyway, Because I know that its stronger than me. It will devour me if it ever frees itself. Being saved is becoming a fantasy. How much farther can you drag me before you get tired? Pass me the bottle, The syringe is to my left, I'd rather not see myself crash and burn, So I've broken my reflection. Shadows of who I once was, Are now foreign to me. How was I ever that happy? What have

A fight to survive, A fight to win, Failure lengthens your stay, Four more years too long. Fighting to get to your destination, Be prepared, For it is not as easy as you may think, If you come out, Your bruises will remind you of your struggle. There is more to fear in this jungle, The animals, The beasts that stalk the ground, Looking for their prey. Be aware of these animals, They are all very dangerous, Very sneaky, Very persuasive, They could attack you from behind, Ripe into your neck without your notice. You can survive in this terrible place, There are strategies to use, You must not drive attention to yourself, Y

Voice, kept under lock and key, Free me from the prison called myself, They say to look within for answers, But all I find is more questions no one will listen to. I scream until my voice gives out, Yet Im still blamed for not speaking up, You refuse to heed my cry, Pushing me into the background. One can only take that so many times, Before they choose to disappear from you, But no why should you blame yourself, For ignoring someone that cared? For that someone finally standing up, And leaving you. No, why should you be blamed? It was only your fault.

My anger on the brink, about to explode. Mouth shut, about say what shouldn't be said. I sit and take it, no backfires, no returns, I just sit and take it. He says what he wants, I want to do that too, I want to say what I think about him, but my words come out calm and unfeeling, instead of brutal and deadly. Its hard to be 'good', its hard to be nice to someone, who speaks to you like that, who looks at you like that. But I force my laughs, act as if he's telling a joke. I ignore it, When I want to yell back, when I want to say more than what I have. Call me what you will, a punk, a weakling, say that you would have

"Hi, I'm-" "I know who you are." "You do?" "You're the guy who thinks he's invisible." "I have a name-" "It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important." "All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too." "Yeah?" "You're the girl who is broken." "I am not broken." "You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all." "I sleep well. Besides-" "You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years." "Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"

I tried to count my scars, But I couldn't tell Where one began And another ended. So I tried to count the cuts, But I couldn't, because Blood smeared across my skin, Connecting them like a thin, Red veil of pain. And so I cried. I cried a single tear, because When I need to cry, I can't. Finally, I sat down, And put pen to paper, Or fingers to keys. And tried to write my emotions. But I couldn't, because I don't know how to tell the world What I feel like, When I have no right. I looked from the blood stained tissues, Across my torn body, Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me. Another tear was p