Teachers are hateful,
jerks and old married fags...

I talk about leaving,
and talk about dieing...

Parents fighting, Teens romancing.
Conflicts at home, Love goes crashing...

My love for you is like a moon lite sky.
so gorgeous and precious...

I'm just another forgotten kid,
lost in the dark and afraid...

My journal is full of what you think is lies.
they could make you sorrowful...

Far up in the sky.
it's foggy and peaceful...