Her day was fine
work; the same...

Lonely
lonely is the child...

Do you even remember me?
when you look what do you see...

Falling
free falling...

His voice
accenting dirty words...

I wrote this on 02/02/07
seventy-five days until summer...

To my Adam may i be his Eve
to my Adam may i be something of worth...

The day i told you
things would have to change...

The place i once called home
is now where i feel all alone...

Hiding who i am
playing with the minds of a boy and a man...

It is so far worse a crime
to blow apart someones mind...

All they ever do is fight
ive had enough of this tonight...