Screams pierce the night
ripping me from my sleep...
I have these things that are inside,
they do not live...
Here I sit, in my stain glassed window
Watching the butterfly escaping his cacoon...
My heart is broken, its glass slitting my chest...
So cold, broken and all alone...
I was a normal kid.
all through child hood i was raised the way kids...
Hi mr. razor how u doing wanna come with me inhe...
this is a poem i made up and no i dont cut my self...
As i sit here staring at the sky
i fly free flying high...
Have you ever been so alone,
that the walls start talking to you...
I saw her, one wing torn,
Bleeding and left, angel, fallen...
The moon is full,
The music beats...
The was written by me and my sister...
the sky grows cold and grey...
This winter cold
and newborn moonlight...