He made her cry tonight
one shed tear gently falls...

Upon the outside
normality shows...

He looked at me
his face lit up...

Looking at the sky
as the clouds roll in...

The tiny incisions
were there for a purpose...

She passed them everyday
not knowing who they were...

How many times
do you have to tear my heart...

Looking at the night sky
gathered up in his arms...

Fascinating
the sites you see...

She saw it everyday
the shiny object on her dresser...

Lying on the tile floor
a girl stares blankly...

Sliding across my wrist and along my arm
a serrated edge...