Dreading fear,
Loving hate...

A pie is lots of fun,
It can not harm you like a gun...

I sit here on my bed with a knife,
Waiting for the moment, to end my life...

No one is perfect..
All they can do is try...

To hold, to love and to care,
With the air that we breathe and times we can not...

As a free spirit,
You guide me around...

I'll never let go,
In my arms I hold you tight...

You told me you cared,
And told my mum, something unbared...

I wish I could make it all better,
Change your thoughts inside my letter...

I ate my pie and I became sad,
I wanted more which made me mad...

As I look into your eyes I see,
The feelings we have, between you and me...

Days on end, the long wait I can't stand,
For that day, I can hold your hand...