Mommy always did asked if I was ok I would lie and...
Hit me daddy
Do I not bleed...
First pill down
yes I am insane...
The road...
Traveling a road...
Muffled whispers in the night,
Trying to hear the words...
She was lying there asleep at least we thought she...
this poem is dedicate to Amanda Bertha Arilllola...
Instead of cutting
I sit here now...
It wasn't meant to last,
Broken glass...
1 i cut
2 i bleed...
I think I'm pretty
I thinkI'm nice...
This life is doomed,
This life of mine...
Please pass the knife
along with a casket...