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exist
    Is there any
    Perfect
    Pair of souls
    Can fate
    Destiny
    Kismet
    Ever truly
    Lend a hand
    And lead the way
    To your other half
    Do soul mates
    Truly exist
    Because if they don’t
    The stories
    We chose to read
    And create
    Are a colossal waste
    An utter disappointment
    A setup to fail
    I dream for that
    Fairytale
    I dream of a love
    That takes
    My breath away
    Leaves a ringing
    In my ears
    A race of my heart
    A blush on my cheeks
    A tingle in
    My every sense
    And every time
    Reality can’t compare
    I turn my back
    Believing in my
    Naïve
    But hopeful heart
    That I too
    Will someday find
    A dream
    Sneak through
    The flitting perfection
    Of sleep
    Into a true love
    That conquers all
    Because no matter
    How hard I try
    I can’t seem
    To let go
    Of my dream
    For my own
    Fairy tale love
    That I know
    I just haven’t
    Stumbled across yet

Twelve Hours Before

    If I were going to die today
    And I knew twelve hours before
    I would have a lot to say
    And everyone I knew would hear from me
    I’d give apologies
    And many thank-yous
    I’d say I’m sorry
    And say I love you
    I’d take the blame
    For anything I’d done
    I’d tell you
    How much I’d miss you

Kiss Me Please

    Kiss me please
    Close your eyes
    So tight
    Squeeze my hand
    Run your fingers
    Through my hair
    Keep me close
    Show me
    You care
    Kiss me please
    Once more
    So I know it’s real

I Love You So Much It Hurts

    I love you so much it hurts
    I love you more than I should
    And I can’t help it
    You hurt me time and time again
    But I always let you back into my life
    I love you more than I should
    But today’s the day
    I try and stop

Lonely If Not Alone

    I’m lonely
    Sitting here by myself
    With people all around me
    I’m in my own little world
    And no one can dig me out
    I have a wall around me
    Hiding me from the rest outside
    The wall keeps building
    Day after day
    With each
    Put down, each nasty stare
    It continues to build
    Piece by piece
    And I’m not sure if I even
    Know how to knock it down
    Anymore
    But if you can find a flaw
    A tiny crack
    Take your chance
    And begin to chip away
    I need you to help free me
    From my isolating wall
    Or I’ll forever be surrounded
    By unknowing people
    And lonely if not alone

The Night Of The Storm

    The night of the storm
    The window rattled
    The wind blew
    And rain fell
    I ran to the basement with my TV and water
    I clicked the set on
    And flipped to the news
    The thunder clapped
    And lightning struck
    As I shook
    I was scared
    I didn’t know what to do
    If it wanted to get me
    There’s nothing I could do to hide from it
    I couldn’t stop it
    I fell to my knees and began to pray
    I prayed for the life
    I had tried to end many times before
    I prayed to stay living
    And I asked for forgiveness
    That I may never receive

Rejection

    Rejection always stings
    No matter how fleeting
    No matter how dull
    The pain is still there
    The doubt still arises
    The questions still form
    It still always hurts

 
    Dear Diary,
    I’m not so sure I have complete control anymore, and that’s scary.
    This may have become more than I thought it would. There were only two people doing this before. But now it’s transformed into a lengthy chain of events. Somehow this idea seems to spread from person to person, and I went from being one of two to knowing at least ten other girls doing what I do in some form or fashion. What once seemed like an acceptable solution now feels like a painful infection spreading or a disgusting infestation growing.
    These new girls say they have similar feelings and a comparable pain, but I don’t know everyone’s exact reasoning for making this choice. I wish I knew what the breaking point was for all of these hurting souls. If I could help, I would. Do some of them have that relief I’m lacking? Do they get a rush? Or are they only gaining some control like me?
    I wish I knew more about all of this mess.
    My