She is standing there.
Can no one see her...

Alone, terribly alone.
A word I could never emit...

Selfish
that word that stings...

Every so often
there is just...

Resistance
it calls to you...

No words can describe the pain felt
when words go unheard...

Who am I?
I am the girl...

Take my hand babe and we can conquer
the pain, the hurt, and the sorrow...

Stop.
Stop loving me like this...

Shes happy.
For those couple seconds the blade cuts through...

(Prose)
The backyard was bare. Not necessarily bare of...

Shes in deep
and refuses to come to the surface...