January 2011
December 2010
Dark Red Lines
Everytime I laugh you know it’s fake
it’s just to cover my fate
I try to stay strong and no matter
how hard I try I always feel wrong.
My best friend is the blade in my hand,
these cuts on my wrist
hard and jagged they land.
I tell my parents I’m fine
but they deny and point to those dark red lines
Best Friend
What if the results are positive?
Will I lose my best friend to the
depths of death?
She’s the only one I love,
she’s the only one I trust.
Will I lose another smile
and gain another cut?
Will I shed another tear
and slam my bedroom door shut?
This rosary is in my hand
and I’m praying to God
not to take my best friend away.
Please come out negative
then I’ll...
