Icicles of pain,
Melt once hit by droplets of rain...
If only I could take all of it back.
Then maybe we would still go out as...
A conversation with 6 year old Kayla and her mum...
Kayla: "Mummy, what is heaven?"...
Crimson tears fall from my veins
Specked with my many pains...
I'm sitting in my closet
To tell you all that's wrong...
I cry cause of a lost friend
She said we could always be buddies...
I open my eyes i try to see
but im blinded by the white light...
The first time I tried to die was the best,
I can't second guess...
Tears are rolling down my cheek
as I listen to you speak...
I think I'm pretty
I thinkI'm nice...
Kill me now
rip out my heart...
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
This letter is to say goodbye...