I'm dying to love him
as i want him dying to love me...

I wish i had three hearts
so i could show him different kinds of love...

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 love i thought that you would give me,
the love i thought you'd showed me each day...

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

Are you afraid of death,
A simple reminder not one single breath...

AS the tears fall from my face
i leave this unworthy, untruthful place...

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

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