*I decided to use “the knife belongs to me” in the last sentence rather than the first and in my own way*

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The rain hit the window as my tears hit the ground. “Just a little bit longer, please.” I cried while the warm red liquid ran down my hands as squeezed his shirt. He looked at me with pain and pity in his eyes. “It’s okay, Penelope” he muttered weakly. ...

I see you. Even when you think I don’t. I hear your jokes and conspiracy’s about the world. Sometimes I even let out a chuckle at the sarcastic things you say. I see when you lean down to fix your hair in the mirror, you always missed that one curl. I seen when you got your first boyfriend and when you had your first breakup. Ive seen your highest of highs and lowest of lows. I see you. Even if yo...

don’t leave me please

loneliness has never been a friend to me

it leaves me thinking

about you

and your red shoes

the ones you grab right before you left

the ones that I cleaned

the ones that you said you didn’t like

you left with those

my favorite pair

of red shoes

the ones my mother gave to me when I was young

pure

and happy

why’d you have to take those

maybe because they were my favorit...

Maybe I could’ve saved you. I tried, believe me I did, but I couldn’t. Somehow something somewhere inside of your body was killing you. Taking each breathe you took, swallowing each tear you shed. Dried you out. Ate you up. Starved you and took your appetite. You had no chance, not one. But I had hope.

Hope that the world wouldn’t take you. Because, I knew if it had, then it would have to take ...

It was dark and gloomy as if pain and sorrow had exploded on the world. Fog covered the grown and the smell of death lingered in the air. Stumbling through the graves, dragging a trash bag behind me, I found I was not the only living visitor of here. A man, my age or a bit older, weeping beside a newer gravestone looked up at me.

You could tell it was new by the fresh dirt on the ground and th...

When I look in the sky I search for you. Your smile, your warmth, your eyes, really anything that could fill the hole you left in my heart. I search for meaning in a world that is meaningless. The world looks so much duller now. Full of memories we once shared. My mind feels as if it's stuck on repeat. Playing each memory back to back.

They say time heals but time only shows you what you're mis...

I held his hand and with tears in my eyes, I begged him to stay. Gripping it closer to my chest knowing that any minute could be our last. He looked me in the eye and said “I’m not goin’ anywhere”, “I know that”, my voice began to shake, “I just miss you sometimes”. “Well I’m right here when ya’ need me,” he said with a fake expression of happiness plastered across his face. Deep inside I knew he ...

I could write all day about you

bring you to life on this paper

but how could you live there if not here

how could I bring you back to a life that was never really yours

owned by the debt of your mothers scars

burned by the fire of your fathers mistakes

you never had a chance to live

I could scream to the stars and cry to the moon

but they are as deaf as you are dead

I never had a chance to...