I remember all the nights I would stay up and cry.
Having only one question, Why...
My wrists are bleeding,
My love is gone...
Drinking driving,
Moving on...
The paper mind,
I scrawl upon...
I miss the way,
You told stories...
I want to die
just over one little lie...
I am very rusty at this. I'm sorry if it's no...
As she stood atop Sydney Harbor...
it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...
~For Kameron. Jan 18, 1991 - Dec 10, 2008. Forever...
What was the motive...
Organ music plays,
black notes fill the room...
She hates what she's feeling,
Words locked up in her chest...
The rope is on the fan,
The chair on the floor...