Poems from 1917noelle
Here I am, slipping away;
never to see the lights of another day.
All my fears, I try to suppress;
acting strong, 'cause here comes Death....
Every action i do, makes my life a bigger mess;
I can only resort to my razor, biting into my flesh.
Its pain brings me, much needed...
I hate looking into her eyes,
they tell nothing but lies.
I hate her perfectly shaped pouts,
insulting me with every shout.
I hate her...
Please, let me live in a fool's fantasy,
don't come crashing down on me with reality.
Let me swim in a sea of innocence,
and not drown with...
With so many ways to look like a beauty,
I don't mind to treat my body with cruelty.
To most of you, I'll look grim.
But I'll just be pale...