I rise from my death bed
of red liquid surrounds
the gash on my thigh
is dripping blood down

I dream of dying...
these are the best times of my life
i think back to those cuts
i think back to that knife

The internal pain consumes
the words swallowed me wholei was muted into silence
by my tortured soul

from my poem your princess... i love u dwayne n i will 4eva :(

You call me a klutz cos im falling all the time..
what if i told you they werent accidents
i have dents in my legs
bumps on my head
to help me feel that im not dead

Id never talked you before
our worlds just didnt collide
until i saw those cuts
and showed you mine...
and we fully understood

Loneliness is a curse
a demon in the dark

Lying in my death bed
of red liquid surrounds
i wanna make you hear..
scream what its all about

How could one lousy song
cause me so much pain
i listened to the words
as i cut myself again

Im having an identity crisis
i dont now what ive become
and what i used to be...
i need to be someone..
i needa be me

Never again will i kiss your lips...
and know that when you kiss back
those lips will not touch another girls...
please promise me that....
if i knew now that its all SH*t
things would be changed
id be so full of hurt...
of unspeakable rage