The girl stands alone.
She doesn't know who she is anymore...
Look into a mirror
Discussed by what I see...
His smile, His Laugh
The Way He Makes It All Change In A Flash...
You are supposed to be in my life.
You need to be here and raise me too...
Mirror mirror on the wall
cut off this fat and watch it fall...
There she is, just lying on her bed
Broken up inside, wishing she was dead...
Two scarred bodies lying together
such a beautiful tragedy...
What is this feeling
i dont like it...
*this was another poem written on my missions...
He sat there with cold tears in his eyes...
I take out my beloved razor blade
I guide it over my wrist cleanly...
Ripped, torn, left
sore, empty, confused...
Its hard to forget what happened,
Though it was so long ago...