Friends 4ever till the day that i die,
put my little white wings on...

Red blood roses fills the scent,
dripping from the ceiling...

Your not worth all the blood that I shed,
All the lies replay in my head...

This young boy
lye in his bed...

Little fairy that sits upon my hand
sparkle in your eyes... I'm not meant to be in...

Goodbye to a back- stabber
who has done nothing but bring me pain...

You are a looking glass that sees right through my...
you are the one person that keeps running through...

This place that is supposed to be called home,
crying in the corner all alone...

The pain is unbearable
there is killing and screaming...

This poem doesn't rhyme:
Washes his hands in a gastation bathroom...

I sit here breathless,
not knowing what to do...

Have you Ever Felt that loneliness,
deep inside your heart...