Sometimes I sit, staring up at the sky
Today it’s so bright, pure blue...

He hides alone
In the dark of the cemetery...

* This isn’t a poem as such, it’s...
I don’t think that I...

* I know this isn't very good, but every word is...
There’s so much I want to say...

Brought up to speak so proper
Act all nice and polite...

Like a distant sound
I didn't want to hear...

Help me, help me now
Before I die...

Falling back
Falling down...

Holding onto to everything
That’s already been pronounced dead...

I’m going to sleep now
Goodnight...

I remember people saying that I
Could MAYBE one day be happy...

A small suitcase
Sits at the door...