Whispers,
Lies,
Full of despise.
But for what reason?
what did she do to deserve the

You’re
sick and tired
You’ve
had enough
So let’s fill the bathtub with

I know it’s sick and twisted,
but I can’t help but to rejoice at
the beauty in the reflection of
that little sliver of metal.
The joyous fascination in the

Nothing but a ghost.
Transparent to the world.
Looking for my place,
my purpose.
Day in, Day out, I barley

I am
mentally,
physically,
emotionally,
Incapable of

Tick-tock, says grandfather clock.
Psssstt...., the whispers won’t st
Ding-dong, afraid we’ve waited too
Shredding the canvas that weathers
Drip-drop,

Clouds roll in,
Thunder booms,
Lightning strikes,
Now she’s doomed.
Lights go out,

I didn’t ask what you heard from
everyone else.
I asked if you wanted to hear
the truth.
But you don’t care what I have

I’m better off alone.
Wandering through this
whispering jungle,
all on my own.
It truly hurts me.

She’s lost.
Looking for direction.
Sinking down into a bottomless pit
and no one has a clue.
She knows how to put on a show.

Once upon a time, there was a youn
girl who dreamed of a better life.
She screamed, and cried, and even
prayed for the strength to make it
through each and every day.

you fall hard.
I somehow find
ways to dig.
Deeper–
Below the bottom.

I wish that you could see
the darkest sides of me.
I wish that you had known
that I was really all alone.
And no matter what I do,

Bend me until
I break.
Break into
an infinite amount
of bits

dancing in the rain
in an effort to
reduce my pain.
failure is eminent
but I have no