Her name is Auroura
She was only five...

Depression runs through my veins
Memory seeps through...

The sound of your voice
In my ear...

Bleeding is my tortured mind.
My teenage hearts been left behind...

Barely knowing you
I grieve you...

I see you
Staring across...

You used me
You teased me...

This is a tale
Of a broken heart...

A rose that was once
Beautiful is now not...

Your touch heals me
From this pain inside...

You think your cool
I think your a fool...

Wrist cutter
Why so blue...