In my life, I must admit
I have said some mean things...
I look in the mirror,
I see it shimmer...
Lindsay,
I have lost the battle...
I stare out the glass window,
waiting for the memories to pass...
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in...
Voices drumming in his head,
Wanting all his family dead...
The beautiful girl stares blankly
at a room full of her peers...
And behind these eyes of shattered dreams
lays a girl with a heart so broken...
I fall endlessly.
Never knowing if i...
This poem is to my friends,
my friends that want to die...
Thin curved strokes run along in heavy black,
formed into a picture of perfection...
The sky
dark grey...