Press 'delete'

Writing and writing until your fingers are nothin but bone. Brittle, cracking bone. You read what you've written and shake your head, knowing NO ONE would want to read that. So you try again, and three drafts later you're stuck with an angry blog entry and people on your mind you should've forgotten about a long time ago. But still you work, and you try to make it sound like something decent that someone would want to read. In reality, no one cares what you're wrote but the few people who scan through your blog when they're bored. And maybe there are a few good friends or family member or a significant other that actually cares what you write but will never admit it or comment on it. It's only when you write the dark things that you don't mean but make a good story that people start to worry. You rip your hair out trying to force words that won't come. And that's when you realize, no one cares. That's when you press DELETE. 

Not enough

See these cuts along my arm? I was just trying to make sure I bleed still. Feel the coldness around my heart? I was trying to make that burning fire stop hurting me! Smell the decay along my body? I was only playing with death magic... See the frail, pale body before you? I was just trying to be 'beautiful'! Why can't I be beautiful like everyone else? Can't I be my own type of pretty?! Who says I have to conform to society and the people close to me telling me I'm too fat or I'm too quiet? Fallen Angel take me from this place. Build me a place among the heavens where you and I can stay. Don't let these words from the people I care for reach my ears anymore! Just take me away and love me like you do.

Alice

I'm sick of speaking to you through this computer screen. Who knows, maybe you've forgotten about me. You've got Smith and his girlfriend, who I could care less for. I wanted to go back to friends, those people who trust one another, those people who are there for each other. Guess I was too late to get that friendship back but you know Alice, you were too selfish. Too self involved. You didn't care about me... So why am I still trying to get through to you. You don't remember anything I do, and maybe that's better. Maybe... Maybe I'm just too tired of trying. You are obviously done too. Say the word and I'll give this 'friendship' up for good. Just let me be.