The sun is slowly sinking into the neighbors...
you never noticed before that but it's in moments...

only three hundred sixty-five days,
the spring wind so bitter warm...

451 degrees, at which paper burns. Not because it...

This is my story of being sexually assaulted, it...

You ask what´s wrong,
You expect an answer...

You grab a blade
Press it against your wrist...

I always thought that being around you would be...
it was supposed to be okay forever...

Where did I go wrong?
The day I let you go...

Faith,
It's all about believing...

I physically can't grasp the fact that your gone,
I can't mentally grasp that your not here to hold...

I am tired
Tired of never understanding the way I feel...

You might ask me who? Where? When? Why? and How...