I miss you so much,
I'm craving your touch...

I'm so confused as why we're so close,
And yet so far away...

It's colder outside than in,
And standing up here isn't doing me any good...

I know this is England, but my god,
I don't think it's ever rained this much...

When will i see spring?
Feels like it's winter, though the calender says...

Guess my last words.
Scrawled upon my heart...

Darling I'm gone,
I know it seems so wrong...

I doesn't look the same,
Not through these eyes, of change...

Go on then, if it makes you happy,
Kick me until that tiny brain of mine falls out...

When it began
Sometimes I sit and think...

I'm ok
Things could be much worse...

I wish I could let myself go,
Shout and scream and cry...