I sat it the corner,
Not waiting to see...
Natural blonde hair falls perfectly in place
Framing a face that is round and freckled...
A scream, a shout
A razor, a doubt...
I'm in the business of misery
The razor's my best friend...
She cant wear anything
that goes above her knees...
Sitting in front of the mirror
Covering up my face...
I'm alone
Alone in a world of darkness...
He whispers to me
and I tremble...
I lay near my phone,
waiting to hear it ring...
Great personality
great sense of humor...
My veins bleed
The metal burns...
Anxiously she fingers the necklace at her throat...
When she was five she started school...