He sits by the window,
black hair blowing...

Is mommy ok?
So many problems...

His lips are wet,
with her dirty blood...

My razor
My friend...

I getting quite scared...
you don't see that I love you...

I want to cut so bad,
make lines in my skin...

I want the old you back,
because he was a joy...

Into each life a little rain will fall,
but if you have a friend...

She told me she cut,
I wanted to cry...

I met your friend,
She didn't blend in...

The blue flower grows up the ricer,
The children went to play...

You don't need to take time to read this, I think...
My super man is strong...