Salvation is pretty, but downfall is beautiful.

A young girl grasping plastic hope tied with a string floats up in the atmoshpere. She flies in blissful contentment, barely registering the sweat dripping down her arms, causing the string to slowly slide from her clammy pale palms.

I am the cause of my own destruction.

I lie stressful and comotose on my bed listening to music easing my soul. Absentmindedly tracing scars from old habits that gleam in the flourescent light.

The word "fail" will forever be etched into my skin and soul.

The string continues to slide
& her fears can no longer hide.

The string falls out of her grasp and suddenly she's

descending...
crashing...
falling...

She screams in defiance and desperation to the sun and the clouds while pondering the thought that maybe the failures were born and exist, only to make the successfull look good.

Nothing can ease my disconsolate mind
In, pain it is God I attempt to find.

"All I ever wanted was to be somebody"

I whispered to the stars. They keep my secrets in confidence.



"I'm so tired of being a nobody to everybody"

I repeat repetitively for no reason. I've wished on way to many stars to believe for a second that my dreams might come true. But somehow I feel a little better knowing that the stars and I have something in common.

We both may fall, but we still shine.


&&the little girl just keeps falling
&the world just keeps throwing rocks at her,
big rocks, little rocks, boulders.

Tearing.
Ripping.
Destroying.
every bit of strength she had left.

A rag doll to the world that never gave her a fighting chance.



Sweat pours down my brow as I cry out, "I will not. I will not"

Temptation crashes over me in tsunami waves. My broken heart struggles to continue blood through my veins. I press my hands to the sky and scream,
"Save me!"