'Poems' and scribbles.

Bulletproof Ballgown

Wearing my bulletproof ballgown,

 I'm dancing through this battleground,

 Lead by the ghosts of the lost.

They all smile so politely,

But can they see what I can see?

They show no signs of it, at all.

Rooms filled with black lace butterflies,

And remnants of harsh goodbyes.

The wedding dress that was never worn.

 A home that was never used.

 A love remembered with a bruise.

How did our lives become so torn?

My mind was tearing me apart,

 So I tried dancing in the dark,

In the hope that the light would teach me how.

 But nothing glowed,

And nothing showed - the way to live my life,

 So I guess I'm just hopeless after all.

Nameless faces surround me,

 Smiling at things I cannot see.

 It's so strange living amongst the dead.

 Because although there's ghosts lining the pews,

 I'm alone inside this crowded room,

And I'm scared it's all in my head.