I'm friggin' stressin'
Is he messin...

I can’t love you anymore
‘Cuz it hurts me to see...

The sky was so dark
with those shining stars...

She walks the streets all alone
Inside her head no one is home...

Noone knows da real me...
I barely know da real me...

I sit
Staring...

*this poem was not written by me it was written by...
Emotions felt add to the torment behind the prison...

As the blood drips down
Fingertips on your photograph...

Cupid I think not
Stupid I believe so...

Breathing in the fire,
Inhaling thick murky tar...

I suspect that I’m losing my mind
I find that I’m so confused...

They say I can not be this can't hide away
Why must you say this to me sing that song...