Tearing apart at the seams.
Fighting for something out of reach.
Tears and pain do not help.
This is something I must do myself.
Words spoken and left unsaid,
god I wish I could remove this pain from my head .
Smoke clouds up my sweet visions of dreams,
fogging up where I want to be.
I stand here alone looking myself in the eye,
the image looking back is not a good sign.
Tracks and stains running down my cheeks,
falling to the skin beneath.
Sleep would be a blessing in disguise,
but I know it would be worse when I arise

^Ooooh.... the first couple lines are a little rocky, but it really progresses towards the end... the last two lines are great!!

I know its kind of the worst of the two but thanks sweetie!!!!

^Of course! (And honestly... compared to the other "poems" we are reading as Max posts them in the Happy thread... you are Sylvia Plath reincarnated!)

*takes a bow and accepts the black roses thrown at her feet*