As I walked down that snowy road
I looked off to the distance...

*Ofcourse this is a poem about me. About how...
There once lived an angel...

I'm happy, then sad
Go from OK to feeling like I've been stabbed...

She painted her arms red,
because she thought she was dead...

I wear a mask everyday, don't ask why,
for I may cry. I wear it so I can lie...

The rose as everyone knows
has it's beauty and bliss...

Living without showing emotion
is like swimming in the ocean...

Behind these green eyes
Is a little girl who cries...

My body is tired, but my fears keep me awake
I try to make it through the night just for my own...

Who was I to say things
Would stay the same and never change...

Here I am lying in the dark,
praying that I won't make a little red mark...

*This was the first poem I ever wrote in 2005...
You were my companion, my pride and my joy...