She sits on the corner of her bed
Where she drops her head and says...
Nobody knows what he was thinking, how could be be...
Now the damage has been done...
He was young,He was smart,He was full...
~*~Dedicated to:Chad Lynch...
She lays there not knowing
she wonders if anyone cares...
If i don't make it threw
i want you to know...
As a child such thoughts were spoken
Of abandoned collapse of the world...
“Careful, it’s fragile,†I...
As I handed you my heart...
With no hesitations,
I gave you my heart...
She pulls her knees to her chest,
watching the monster beat her mommy...
Beautiful painted designs
gorgeous red art...
*this poem is about killing someone for hurting...
There's some people i want to kill...
She's sitting there asking herself why
She is holding a razor and wants to die...