Thank you
For being here...

How can I tell you
Without making you hurt for me...

What do you think of,
When teenagers come to mind...

I look at your face
Lined with tears...

Each day goes by
Each one passes...

There are voices
Inside my head...

I’m hanging on
By one small thread...

Please try not to cry
But when you do...

I can see your light
The only glow in the dead of night...

A stifling cry rings out within my mind
There is a stinging in my blood...

There is no purpose
My life is a game...

He wiped his hands
On his filthy shirt...