She feels the itch form on her wrist
like due drops dripping from the mist...

I want a guy
to tell me he loves me...

I scream out to you
i want your help...

You say how sad
you say poor thing...

I need someone to listen,
I need someone to hear...

Help
i need somebody...

Her makeups never perfect
her clothes dont always match...

Shes breaking down
her life is fading...

Im gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist...

MY FRIEND WROTE THIS POEM
"I love you," She said...

Flesh torn, smiles broken
a hurt to deep, to ever be spoken...

Shes lost yet no one
knows it...