Draining me of all emotion.
Leaving us, your family...

Notes: Special things; intimate. I read the notes...
His words like poetry along the lines. His...

I looked in the mirror today mom,
Wearing your high-heels, and your makeup...

Sitting in the din of silence,
Waiting for the silence to break...

You say your one thing
Though you act another...

When I close my eyes,
Nothing at all is askew...

As the blood spills down my arm,
My thoughts grow rash...

I can taste on your lips thyne blood
Your grave a hole in the mud...