Her hair is split in black and white

"One part of me is darkness and one part is light"

She said

And took

My hand



We sat in her room and drank some tea

The stories she told could have been about me

I bled

Tears from

My eyes



Slowly

She's dancing

Hardly

She breathes

Always on her knees

Always (ready to please…)

Why is she ashamed?

Not the one to blame



The white line on mirror glass

Invites

To more drinks

More sex and drugs more fights

Angst and remorse

Cuts

Suicidal stains on walls in strangers' homes



Little girl - go home



All people are such stupid fools

They don't know survival has got its' own rules

They prefer

To look

Away

A big rat hides inside her chest

The pain inside as she tries

To breathe in air

Space blank

Inside her head