Fight Back

One person.  

That's all I need. 

Just someone,

To be there for me. 

I don't need a group of friends,

Who see me as their queen,

Lord knows girls like that

Are my enemies. 

But someone would be nice,

One I could talk to,

I could spill my secrets out,

Like I've been meaning to do. 

Because soon I'm going to burst,

This bottle is fragile you know. 

Soon Ill be shattered,

Just pieces across the floor. 

Far far away,

one will stumble upon me,

And find nothing left

But my broken remains. 

they'll pick up a shard

And see nothing but black, 

The result of me not being strong enough,

To fight the demons back. 

A murderer that is

5 years old and I saw the brokenness of the world.
The crime
The horror 
The monstrosity. 
I saw the theives
And the rebels
And the murderers. 
I told my self I would never become one. 
A murderer that is. 
Floating through the years,
The evil was still there, but I paid no heed.
I never dreamed I would become one of them.
A murdurer that is. 
But I've killed someone. 
A girl
Happy
Carefree
Living the heck out of her life. 
She's gone. 
I killed her. 
Now there's only this shell of a human. 
Empty.
Broken. 
I don't want to live anymore. 
My strength is nearly gone. 
Used up trying to find this girl. 
But she's been destroyed. 
Torn to shreds. 
And I don't think she can be put back together again.