Thrust backwards by the force of hate,
Relinquishing power over twisted limbs...
A hundred days ago I put the razor through my skin
The sweet taste of blood and wine...
What should I think of,
Love, happiness, hope...
I sit there in my corner,
Because I am not a fighter...
If I Could Reach Her
Reaching out into the cold spring sky...
The shining light upon their faces
the way they feel as if in their places...
Lying awake hearing you both talking
Saying you thought the time was coming near...
When you see branches swaying
Listen hard, because I'm praying...
~I'm sorry I'm such a bad daughter that I make you...
~I'm sorry that you're miserable because I don't...
That girl that waits for everyone to go to sleep...
Where in the world
Can you find what you love...
A feeling of complete bitter disgust,
almost crawling up my spine...