Dead in her mind,
and cold to the bone.
she opened her eyes,
and saw that she was alone...

Sitting on her bed she uses the sharpest piece and cuts her wrist, as she has done many times before, hoping that she may pass,
from this world to another, where she wont feel all this pain

The colour of her eyes,
was the colour of insanity

Y dont people understand,
cutting is jus like crying,
but with tears of red....

Dont be afraid of the shadows,
it only means there is a light nearby...

Drowning in a pool of my own hopelessness,
wishing that 1 day everythin will b alright,
waiting 4 the day i finally c the light,
waiting 4 the day i will no longer have 2 fight....
-'no longer have to fight' - me

LiFe, HoPe, TrUtH, tRuSt, FaItH, pRiDe, LoVe, LuSt
PaIn, HaTe, LiEs, gUiLt, LaUgH, CrY, LiVe, DIE
there is as much evil as good in this world

We r the unheard voice,
a generation that should b loud enough

-story of the year 'unheard voice'

The stars will cry the blackest tears 2nyt,
nd this is the moment that i live for,
i can smell the ocean air
and here i am pouring out my heart onto these roof tops.
-story of the year - anthem of our dying day

OMG PEOPLE PLEASE CHECK OUT MY POEMS NO ONE HAS BEEN COMENTING ON THEM SO I WOULD REALLY APPREACIATE IT IF YOU DID THANX LOTS OF LOVE XOXOXOX