Pretentious/ depressing crap I write

There will always be that guiding light,
To save you upon that cold, dark night.

I hate these things,
These feelings I feel,
When everyone leaves,
And nothing is real.

Doing the little things overtime,
Keeps everything neat and fine.

There's an escape, an open door.
How I only wish, it would tell me more.

With the innocence of youth,
And a dangerous mind,
Was a curious girl,
Who questioned her kind.
With a criminal mind,
The same little girl,
Set one goal in life,
To destroy the world.

I know that you wont miss me,
but if you did this too,
Assure yourself completely,
That I'd be missing you.

With a swithblade knife and a broken heart,
She cut away back to the start.
With a broken heart and a switchblade knife,
She ended all this trouble and strife.
I will add to this. I just need to start remembering things.