Mirrored Image

You think you see me?
      It's just a reflection.
You think you know me?
       You don't.
You think you can touch me?
      You have no idea.
You think I'm here?
      I'm nowhere to be found.


I am a mirrored image:
  I'm who you want me to be
  I'm what you want me to be


But I'm changing:
   I'm fading from your glory.
   I'm moving on.
   I'm no where near free....
                        But I'm getting there....

Life.

Life may seem unbearable at times.
Life may seem ridiculous.
You just want to shut the world out.
You have your escape through it all.
But you get forced to come to a halt.
No one may understand you, or
get to you like she does.
You'll come across people who betray you,
in ways you wouldn't imagine.


You'll feel lost.
You'll try to shove it off and act all tough.
But as a friend, the pain and difficulty show.
You seem to try so hard.
And you can act like you're all tough and
don't care.
You'll fight if you have to.


No one should go around and judge people
on who they decide to like.
What's the point?
No one should talk down on you.
It's not right.


Life isn't about that.
But people do it anyway.
You've been through hell and back.
Does anyone else notice?
Just don't let it silence you...


Life's about choices.
We all fuck up at some point,
or another.
People fuck up our lives as well.
We try to trust, but always get 
stabbed in the back.


If I do something stupid and unnecessary, 
smack me in the back of the head.
I'd deserve it anyway.
Just know, whatever I say or do,
I'll always have your back,
even if for whatever reason you're pissed at me.
I'll make sure I'm there for you, to help by any means necessary.

Jessie.

You are sweet.

You are shy.

You are sensitive.

You are life.

You are precious.

You are strong.

You are innocent.

You are love.

You are hope.

You are my sister.

You are my friend.

I LOVE YOU PRINCESS

My Sister.

You seem to be there.


You seem to care.


You know me better,


Than most people.



You're like my little sister.



Who I love and adore.


You know how to make me smile.


Whenever I don't want to.


You're the best you can be.


And you're special.


In your own SPECIAL way.


I'll always love you!!!


No matter what!!!


And that's a promise.

Falling Apart

This is me
Falling apart.
Going in circles.
Not knowing
when to stop.

This is me.
Ready to fall.
Ready to crash.
Ready to burn.

This is me.
Lost inside.
Silenced pain.

This is me.
Letting go.
I wouldn't have
even dared.

But let's face it.
I'm not me.
I never have been.

I once'd loved what
no one else could.
But now it's over
and long gone.

Along with my heart.
And all that makes me
....Me?

It was then. I would
have done anything
you asked.

It was the. I would have
gone to a darker place
than I already am.

But now I need change.
Now I need to stop
falling apart....

I'm slowing loosing myself.
To what?
I have scars,
but why?
What was my reason?

I can't take this.
I can't handle it.
It needs to stop.
It has to end.

But how do I stop
from falling apart?
How can I go on?
I'm falling...and I'm
falling hard...

Will there be someone
to catch me?
Or will I meet the ground
dead on?

gone wrong

What now?

What is there to do?

Can I just let it be?

Can I just let it go?

Is there anything left?

Anyone left?

Someone who understands?
Someone who cares?

Is there anything left for me
in this dark world?

Is there that one person who

can prove he truely cares?

Does anyone care?
Is there someone out there
who is willing to listen
and wont judge me
for being me?

A lost lonely girl.
With everything
gone wrong.
With no doubt in her
mind.

So. Is it worth it?
To put everything ahead
behind and everything
behind ahead?

When it's gone wrong.
And makes no sense.
At all.
With nothing left.

You Say You Love Me

You say you love me.
And my heart stops.
What am I supposed to say to that?
What am I supposed to do?


We broke up,
what seems ages ago.
Yet here you are,
wanting to talk.


About what?
Should I even listen?
Should I even care?
What now?


You've said this to me
a million times before.
What makes this time different
from the rest?


It's been what?
A month?
Since we last spoke.
Yet here you are.


Just to say you still
love me.


Now how long will it be till
we speak again?