Murder Perfection

Drag your thoughts,
From that silent mind,
And make your paper sing.
Paint the words,
Into your story,
Your memories.
Don’t look back,
Just write.
Tear the silence of a shy paper,
Let it shout.
Let it tell lies,
Add what is unneeded.
Forget to add,
That last bit of description,
And murder the perfection,
For which we all strive.

Say Something Nice for Me

You’re a mistake,
You’re worthless,
Because that’s all your parents tell you.
You’re too skinny,
You’re too fat,
Because he thinks somehow you can be both at once.
You’re just a problem,
You don’t deserve life,
Because even ‘friends’ can’t give you a break.
You just want to fall,
You just want to cry,
Because that’s all you ever hear.
You feel like what they tell you,
You feel like a mistake,
You feel ugly,
You feel like you don’t disserve to live.

All simply because no one could say something nice about you.

Welcome to This World

Suffocating in this asylum
Where every pebble built into this stone structure trembles with fear.
The mirror assigned to watch my every move looks for any excuse to leave.
The familiar fragrance of fresh blood floats into the room.
Another murder within these cold walls.
I wonder how it happened.
Did he do it to himself?
Or was it done, once again, by his peers?
They happen so often that every mirror fears life here.
Because one day,
They may become witness to one.