I tore your heart like paper,
I drew your name with hearts around it...

My mind is cloudy,
& my heart shattered...

I cried you lakes,
but it was never enough...

I watched him,
from a far...

She stares out window...don't look at her.
She looks at clouds....don't judge her...

I sit here,
& hope...

Drowning my sorrow,
in the lights of tomorrow...

Kissing the mirror; obsessed with your reflection,
red lipsticks prints; in love with yourself...

There is a hint of a dance technique in death,
a certain design to the whole dying process...

She burnt down her house with herself inside,
a young girl; only sixteen with big dreams...

Demons of my past are haunting me,
eating at my mind...

I had to make a difficult decision to let you live...
in the hospital, I had to be the one to choose...