(Kay so there's two poems here, so read one at a time. > )

Blood Lust.

Dear girl.

Don’t you cry.

The pain would leave,

If you’d just die.

Sometimes you wanna.

That blade looks awful nice.

But you never do it.

Take your friends advise.

Late at night you always cry, drenching in your tears.

You’ve learned your life is pointless, full of hopes and fears.

So you drag that blade across your arm.

Every single night.

You bleed until you pass out.

Nothing in the world seems right.

Day by day, your heart breaks more.

Until it’s nothing but dust.

Cut yourself at night again.

That my friend, is blood lust.

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Where did she go?

Where did she go?

That girl we used to know.

The one who smiled, the one who giggled.

The one who laughed out loud?

The girl who used to stare back at me in the mirror.

The one who used to sing?

I can’t remember now.

She’s the only thing I don’t.

I remember she only used to cry, when someone she loved got hurt.

She used to like to play and run.

Always having tuns of fun.

Now that pretty girl is gone.

Replaced by something ugly.

This new girl wont meet the light.

Other girls tease her smugly.

She sobs when she’s alone.

Broken hearted.

Not from a single person.

But the life she started.

No. She doesn’t look sad, hell, she smiles and laughs.

But she doesn’t mean it anymore.

She’s hallow inside, broken.. Invisible.

Where did that smiling girl go?

When will she come back?

She might be gone.

We hope it’s not that fact.

We wonder where she went.