When it strikes like a moving truck,
The pain lingers close...
As she stands back and watches
Her life go up in flames...
I had the razor next lying next to me.
Telling myself to turn away...
A night when I went insane,
I stabbed the razor in my vein...
As the days go slower and slower by, I think of...
Deeper and deeper this knife shall go, setting me...
Why\'d you have to go?
I miss you so...
A bird whose feather has been burnt any accident.
She love sky...
*Dedicated to Ian Angiolet Who Died in a car crash...
I can't believe you're gone...
She plays upon her shattered piano,
her fingers addicted to the red keys...
I need a little understanding for all I've ever...
I'm in a situation I don't belong...
I turned over, looked at the clock.
2:01 is what it seemed to shout...
I have such a fascination
With my own suicide...