You'll live." I tried, at least.

because all the beautiful people stand in a line and wait to hear that they are loved

About my inner child who drags me back into her own depression and the reason why she does it

For I was lost before she found me. A response.

So she shuts her eyes, and she plays it again.

Yeah... The name is probably pretty cliche... But I couldn't think of much : . Hm... I don't know how to summarize it. What can I say- it's just a poem I found laying around. Just read, I guess...

I may have won the battle, but I lost the war...

You are the disease/Spreading like hate/Through believing minds/

Oh boy, this one's angsty! Served piping hot with a side of repetition and imagery. Bread sticks included!

I'm waiting.

They are black and awkward as they swirl around him; their hands fluttering and touching him softly. Apathetic, sympathetic, not quite empathetic. Something like pity douses him, bitter and stale.

A girl's account of time where she fears for her safety when around the guy she loves...