Scared

I am not scared of falling,

it would be reidiculous at times like this.

I am scared of him,

and my heart letting him in.

                                                                                                                             -Bell

I am

I am so loud

that when

I am quite

they start to be anxious.

                                                                                                                                 -Bell

My bedroom

My bedroom 

has a sweet smell 

of tears and deceptions.

                                       

                                                                                                    -Bell

Hurting

I punish myself by hurting me a little more,

 a little longer everyday.

 Don't worry though, it's not what it looks like.

                                                                                                                           -Bell

Tears

I kept telling myself:

 "Let me cry alone, let me cry alone" 

as if someone could hear me 

and let me.

-Bell

Sorrow. Silence. Music. Noise.

Too much noise in the city of silence,

too much she can even take a note.

Music in the sorrow.

Pain killers in christmas.

Bipolarity in a heart.

Not listening is too much.
Too much to bear and too much to confront.

                                          -Bell