Dear Tara...
I know you won't read this but still I will write...

Living in a life full of anguish and pain
Drowning in enough sorrow to make me insane...

Living in this terrible life
Full of hatred and strife...

I take up a knife
From the block...

Behind these eyes that see all
Stands a lonely figure next to a wall...

Ya'll cause me so much inner pain
That now I believe I'm insane...

She sits crying late at night
Shaking with terrible fright...