I look around and everywhere
i see pain and hurt so deep...
This is one I wrote after the Glasgow factory...
It was a cruel cold Tuesday morning...
Lying in the velvet dark,
I thought I heard you calling...
I hurt myself today,
to see if i still feel...
You were my everything,
The reason i tried...
*** I am going to tell you right now that reading...
I’m sitting here in the back of my...
The scars on my wrist.
Do you notice...
This is a prayer as well as a poem.
Do not stand at my grave and weep...
Staring black eyes, looking all at me.
Not for my beauty I know, I have to flee...
He was young
They didnt care...
I give a little pain
As a sacrifice...
It hurts to swallow food;
And to lay down in bed...