With a heavy heart
I douse words in alcohol...

My inspiration is gone, I've used it all up.
It once runneth over now empty is my cup...

Amazement echoes
beautifully with each...

Wisdom falters
breaking away into lost depths...

I have a box with a pretty bow.
The contents within only I know...

My broken hearted angel, sorrows only friend.
Crying tears of despair, will it ever end...

Alone and running tormented by your voice.
Remembering how it felt when you made your choice...

Suicidal Mania
everyone wants to die...

Looking back the
signs were all there...

When I was young
I held the world in my hands...

Looking into the mirror
terrified at what I see...

Fear
glistens...