Im Going Insane

Staring into a broken reflection

of tarnished imperfection,

marred with syringes and drugs

each pill breaks me down like a bug

reaching my limit till I collapse.

Therapy increases thoughts of suicide,

realizing your promises were lies.

Distortion rakes my mind into falling apart

already failing, I've lost my heart,

only so much pain can be endured.

I think I'm going insane

because dying here in shame

I have pushed away everyone I know,

and having nothing to show

I'm finally letting go.

-juliet sinclarie

Kiss after kiss,
Boy after boy,
Frog after frog,

None,
                       None,
          None.
Were her true love.

After some time she began to wonder
Perhaps true love was a lie
This curse was only a game
placed upon her by her jealous sister.

I wrote a poem around you

that filled you up in star dust

I wrote a story about us

and told the world to be soundless.

You whispered to me 

forever under the moonlight.

It built me up and tore me down

it was the ocean 

and it's calling me now.

I found out what we learn when we die
I found out the truth is all a big lie
I found out that words are hard to describe
I’ll tell you what we know now
It’s we run or we hide.-Bathroom stall

Wrong place, Wrong time

Bewildered eyes stare at me.
He can't believe what he's done.
In a moment of rage and despair
he's taken the life of his friend.


Alcohol intoxicated him
party goers encouraged him.
His friend brought a gun
only to land in his hands.


Blood spills from the chest
of his old friends dead body.
Friends since diapers
only to be torn apart.


It wasn't supposed to be this way.
What they had encouraged
they now fear.
They despise the monster they created.


The hostess can't believe her eyes.
She only just told them to go outside.
Her fourteenth birthday ended in chaos.
How could it have gone so wrong?


They called a truce
so they could party.
Only some couldn't
follow the command.


It's another day
in the city of Snakes and Fishes.
Just another gang war
gone horribly right.


So now his bodies gone
to the cemetery tonight
the rival gang is on a quest
to even the score.


This cycle will never end.

Excuse the sarcasm.

Does it look like I need your help?

I'm perfectly fine

these tears won't stain.

What tears you ask,

oh the tears that hide beneath my skin.

They slither down when they think no bodies looking

It's fine

It doesn't hurt a bit

I'm used to it.

They come out when my hearts alone

because no one can see it.

You see it's broken and torn

missing pieces oh and how big the hole is.

I don't need your help

It's fine it doesn't hurt

it helps if you keep it bottled up

it helps if you alienate your self.