I am an untitled piece of art
I am beautiful, yes...

I Cut myself again,
leaving blood stains on my shirt...

Whispered Words
Tortured Gaze...

She... (Put this word in front of every sentence)
Wants to give up, to die, to burn...

It's called a lullaby
so innocent and sweet...

Do you ever get that feeling that
no matter what you do you just can't hack it...

My heart is breaking,
hurting more than it ever has...

I hope you find the sunshine
on a rainy day...

I hope you're happy,
when the day is done...

She fell to earth
Torn her, wings...

I am so confused
Thoughts swimming in my head that form something...

Would you kill for love?
I would, and I will...