She laid there, memories piecing them self...
She can never tell her...
This is getting old.
Doing it too long...
People ask me why
i cut my wrists the way i do...
Sitting here
Thinking about my life...
Which of my past can't you see?
I'm not the normal boy I used to be...
Death would bring my eternal happiness. Forget all...
I feel so fruitless in this worry tossed world
where hate, war, and misery are swirled...
Black Heart
Empty Soul...
Left alone
in a world so cold...
Shes a hidden mistake
Everyone knows her name...
Buried Identity
unknown profiles...
They argue back in forth while their little girl...
they'll yell loud and violent things while each...