Why do I want to cut again
I can not really say...

Every thing froze
my skin got cold...

I love you Paige
o my love why cant you see...

Release the pain by cutting skin
killing all the stress within...

Unable to consecrate
stomach feeling weak...

For the times that i cant say it
even though you know i do...

The other night I had a dream
it was just as bad as it might seem...

This is not a poem just something that could help...
music is an escape you have to make if you listen...

Write a poem in hot pink
screaming out my name...

She wears sleves to hide what you should not see
bloody cuts that should not be...

Don't wait on me
don't catch my tears...

I remember when we first held hands
walking down that big long hall...