En Paris Ces\'t Ma Maison
The Paris Skylight...

Pink pants and rosy plants
Pink blouses, never failing to arouse spouses...

Love me my razer blade
Peel my skin make me weep...

Silence
only tears, as i press the blade against my pale...

Something must be wrong with me
with all this hurt inside...

I'm everything,
but I'm nothing...

My last cry for help went unanswered,
I took that as my sign for departure...

MY Grandmother i call her Tata so in this poem...

Feelings of confusion,
Depression...

Why do we only turn to god when we have a problem?
Why do we only turn to god when we need something...

I ask myself everyday why I'm here living a lie...
all this fighting all this pain i cant take it...

I'm hurt 'cause you're not here.
You're the only one that can heal my pain...