To My Deva Poem by Evey Vendetta

a goth girl of 22 and 5'2
make up covers her eyes and smile
everyone loves her and everyone hates her

her soul is differently black and blue
and very grey in hue
she has seen some scary sites
they lead to frightful nights

yes she is lonesome
but she is used to it

the doctors do say i am ill
they have always suggested more pills
you cant capture my sadness
yes there's a reason behind the madness
many many things
tug n pull at my heart strings

i know that i am broken
and that you want to mend
the broken ends
i would let you
if i knew how

i am buried in dark hole
this hole is so deep but it is where i fell
here i am surround by thoughts of my own personal hell

i thank you for trying to save me
its more then some do
but i am still falling
deeper and deeper

when im ready all follow your light
so shiny and bright
it cuts through this darkness like a knife

until then
all i need is a friend
to help me
to love me
and to be there for me