This story is a part of us,
For months its been the same...

I don't want to cry anymore,
How do i make it go away...

The light at the end of the tunnel,
I found it once upon a time...

Self pity rears her ugly head,
Over your body, that lies so dead...

There's a girl in the mirror,
I don't know who she is...

In the shower I stoped crying,
Then we fell asleep...

Here's another poem,
I will dedicate to you...

You said all I had to do was ask,
I try too open up about my painful past...

Days have past without a call,
her heart is stretched in worry...

Tears and blood,
She lays alone...

This feels too familiar,
You've swept me off my feet...

A hand of cards dealt to Nobody's child,
On the day that she was born...