One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four
opening up to blood and gore...

I look down at the picture
that i hold in my hand...

Roses are red
so is the blood...

I sit there silently,
waiting for my cuts to bleed...

Holding it in and bleeding it out
thats what my life's all about...

I don't need medication
For sadness is not a disease...

Take my sadness
Take my shame...

I watch the world through tear-filled eyes
and wonder up at stormy skies...

** my glimmer **
She's only 5 years old...

Do you ever wonder how long that is?
Are you ever curious about what happens after...

Tulips
Spring time...

I drank to be witty- and I became a boor
I drank to be a good dancer- and it made me...