Tears,
I no longer want to cry...

Beautiful girl, with dark hair
don't you see you're better...

I am left alone
to brew with my tears...

One last time
I want to hear your voice...

Stop saying you love him
don't torture yourself...

I am in danger of drying out
that is how much I cry...

Hey sis,
stop crying...

To the floor I fell
now it separates me and hell...

White jacket
Your sanity is playing hide and seek with mine...

Can you hear the soft harp
reflecting my ambition to live...

Before you read the poem:
The poem is about suicide, I don't want to kill...

Standing in front of your grave
crying out your memories...