Everyone has turned their backs on me
Even my best friend...
She sits there
Tearing at her wrists...
It was an early summer day
But it seems like just yesterday...
Through my bloodied wrist
And my dried veins...
What a great teacher you are
a few of us choose...
(this poem might not rhyme but oh well)
before you died i thought i was the luckiest girl...
Life is fading dark and fast now when i came to...
i came to think and the same words i hear every...
Why did you have to die here in my arms on that...
i think about you day and night and i just cant...
They walk past your bedroom
In deep silhouette...
Every day is exactly the same
Every day only causes more pain...
He is the one, who can smile and make it all...
I watch the blood-stained walls,
And the shadows reflecting off them...