"Twisted Illusions"

They come. They go.

Such synchronicity

cannot be denied -

extracts the breath from me.


Twisted illusions

disturb my fragile mind.

Shadows dance -

and, once more, I must become resigned.


They say they'll stay in touch.

You never know -

or so I tell myself.

They come. They go.


Once I start to care,

I never can go back.

They drag my world through colourful chaos,

when all I need or understand

are shades of grey,

and black.

"When I Thought That You Cared"

every day for years

the sharing - the caring

then a quick click

unfriend

and it's the end

but no

that's just the finishing touch

the slipping away

day after day

comes first

and the unsubscribe from posts

our one-sided "friendship" years

so what did it mean

everything we shared

when I thought that you cared

my "soul sister"

"No More Illusions"

no more illusions

no more delusions

just moments

so pure


work through the emotions

this time


but this process

the patterns

that just keep repeating


no more

I am closing that door

"Suicide Angel"

they were all there

the signs

neon

pastel

greyscale

signs

I guess they saw them at the time


but maybe she's just attention-seeking

right


they even saw her self-harm wounds

her emotional pain

externalised


and yet none of them

even

realised

or maybe they tried

but it wasn't enough


so she took her own life

and now they analyse

everything

even her Facebook status updates

analyse

everything

every detail

every sign


they see the signs

they panic now


but she's already dead

and the next one

is forming plans

in her head

but nobody is even noticing

yet