I Don't Care if I Die

Hello darkness, my old friend.

It’s been a while, but I’ve come back to see you again.

I wanted to tell you: I don’t care whether I live or I die,

But I don’t want to be the direct fault of my own demise.

Can you help me with this, my long lost friend?

Just please bring this darkness to an irrefutable end.

I know a Girl

I know a girl,

with pain in her eyes

and sorrow in her soul

and regret in every fiber of her being.

I know a girl,

a very lovely girl

who hides much beneath

and no one ever notices.

I know a girl

with a shattered smile

with melancholy laughter on her lips

with scars on her soft, impressionable wrists

with doubt plastered upon her flawless brow.

I know a girl

who is “okay”

who is “fine”

who is just tired of this life.

I know a girl who is broken.

I love this girl who is falling apart. 

I know a girl I want to fix.