Biography of Stacie Janus
I am but a teenage girl but feel as if I have already lived half my life.
Stacie Janus Poems
Long Time No See.
I want to be good again. How was I able to write like that? How or why did I change? Oh yeah, I remember now.
It has been a very long time. The collection has gone untouched for too long. Collection dust instead of pain. It has been too long, I forgot how. - Silly, it is just like riding a bike. Here I'll show you. A razor in heand and just do it. Don't worry no one is around to see. It has been a long time that I almost forgot how it feels. Forgot how in control one does to me.
I Feel A Relapse Comming On.
I thought about cutting today. I'm not totally sure why. I haven't spoken to you all day. The only one who can make my blood heat and cool in seconds. Maybe that's why. I feel a relapse comming on. I'm going to sink down into that shell so long ago I called a peaceful place. (It still is my saf Heaven.) This place drenched in blood, of many. Claw marks all around when ever someone got crazy because they couldn't take it anymore. Shards of glass, broken CD's and razors make up the flooring (so if you decide to visit for a while make sure to keep your shoes on) .
I lay in bed, my faveorite black sweater on, the hood up. It’s almost midnight, as I try to close my eyes for some peace, Trying to catch some sleep...
Sitting in the library, no one bugging me to do this or that. If I could have this type of lonelyness everynow and then, I wonder would I still have such a great impulse to kill. I wonder. Who knows because I know I will not ever have this peace, ever again. So I guess Love it while it lasts.