I'm sitting alone
typing a poem...
Don't you see
The misery inside of me...
Isn't it so odd
how one moment you're so sure...
Hushabye baby...Don't make a sound...
And listen to the sound of your tears hitting the...
Its too late to save me
I'm already gone...
I can't do it anymore
I cannot breathe...
Inhaling toxic fumes
Riding a slow drift to death...
Everynight
When i go to bed...
Red rise no more
Blood bleed for sure...
Breathing is harder
as i try to rid of this ache...
I can feel myself sinking
back into the mists of sadness...
Eleven years of joy
eleven years of life...