Emotions and Words Turned into Poetry

It Lost It's Meaning

Very little, to no end.
Hardly much, take a quick halt.

Here's to the damned!
The ones who are SO easily looked over.
The ones who can't possibly help themselves.

Here's to the ones with scars on their wris-

PARDON.

We're quite sorry.

There has been a disturbance.
Take this time to think about the happiness.
Take this time to pop a pil-

PARDON.

No more.

No more.

No more.

Not enough.
Not enough love.
Not enough.

~•~

"Mommy?"
"Yes, son, what do you need?"
"I'm scared..."
"Scared of what, my love?"
"You."
"Me? Hehe! - Sweetie, don't joke like that..."
"You're scary when you take those pills."
"Sweetheart. Stop. Stop talking."
"Why do your wrists have slash marks on them?"
"Please... Just be quiet."
"Mommy, what are you doing with that knife?"
"STOP TALKING!"
"Mommy! Mommy STOP! Stop! Please!"

~•~

Look at what you've done! Such a disgrace!

Nothing will EVER make this better..

so stop saying

It will be better. Just keep fighting.

Can't you see?!

We're. Never. Going. To. Change.

We're all the same!
Always!

And nothing you say or do will prove that wrong...

So stop wishing.