Could someone please tell me,
Am I crazy or sane?
I have nothing to live for
Nothing to gain

Lock me away
Back into your head
I am nothing to you
I'm as good as dead

Well go ahead
And take your shot
Pick up that gun
If you think you're so hot

What are you waiting for?
Pull the trigger
Listen for a bang
Watch the blood pool get bigger

Now end it with your laugh
And your sinister smile
But please don't forget
Those numbers to dial

It begins with a 9
And ends with a 1
You may leave now
Your deed here is done

I can hear the sirens
I can see them now
I was still alive
But I don't know how

I can hear them talk
Suicide they said
No one else was here
I'm surprised she's not dead

Suicide?
What do they mean?
You're the one that killed me
That's what I had seen

But to face the truth
The killer was me
I was here alone
And crazy indeed

Life had taken its toll
And drove me insane
It was her fault
She caused all this pain

I let out a small laugh
Even so close to death
I was finally done with life
At last I could rest

-From the journal of Mary.
(sorry I had to post this! she has made a bazillian amazing poems in the last two weeks!)

when did happiness,
become so hard to acquire,
and how did people . . .
suddenly all become liars?
how did trust,
go down the drain?
and when did loved ones,
start causing all your pain?
let's play pretend,
for a little while,
that things were as simple,
as when i was a child,
when all boys had cooties,
and all your stress,
came from an unfinished project,
or when your hair's a total mess.
before crushes and love,
not being returned,
broke naive hearts,
and had hard lessons learned.
when our childish brains,
were filled with pure innosence,
and our amateur hearts,
became blissfully ignorant.
way before love,
turned us evil,
killing our trust,
and compassion for people.
when 'relationship'
was just a word,
and the thought of a boyfriend,
was simply absurd.
let's play pretend,
parents don't divorce,
and children aren't forced to make,
mature decisions in court.
when my biggest fear,
wasn't my wrists soaked in red,
but the monsters in the closet,
or the demons under my bed.
before beauty became a necessity,
and silver blades became close friends,
before tears flowed like rivers,
with thoughts of sweet suicide in your head.
let's play pretend,
you're not a major part of my life,
and one of the many reasons,
i escape through my knife.
let me say now,
that i never kissed you,
so i can happily pretend . . .
that i'm not in love with you.
and i'll forgive and forget,
let us have a fresh start,
i'll play pretend . . .
you didn't break my heart.