I speak
Nobody hears me...

Had chances
For hope and love...

There's a gash through my heart
And it gets bigger the more I try for love...

I don't have a home
It's either mom's house or dad's house...

Your gaze holds me
Your touch excites me...

I got minutes left.
I open the door...

I got minutes left.
She's pissed...

He's amazing and nice
I see him across the room...

Drawing is poetry,
Poetry is art...

Heavens,
Dreams like no others...

The sun rise,
A dog cries...

My friends mean the world to me,
They're the only people that make me happy...