Who would of thought,
My love for you would be so strong...

I have you now,
No more crimson bracelets...

Lets hope mummy doesn't find out,
That her little girl had a bit too much fun...

The first day of every month,
It’s like a knife in my heart...

On the day that would be his 20th birthday,
There is no celebration...

*Before I start this is an old poem and it has...
So many nights I sit gazing at my blade...

Another cut, another scar,
Another night to do the same over again...

Show me the way,
Take my hand, guide me to my depth...

The sun shines down from above,
And I think of all Ive lost in the past two years...

I’m sorry,
I think that’s all I can say...

*please comment this poem really happened*
When I heard those word come from your mouth...

She lies on her floor,
The one stained with her blood...