Cry cry cry
It's all I seem to do...
Sirens go off in my head,
Alarms of whispers never cease...
The voices in my head,
They speck to me instead...
They stood like soldiers,
Brave and true...
You'll do anything to be satisfied,
even if that means dressing me up as if...
Your light shines through
With hope and love...
The young girl
reluctantly...
Stripped
from Vietnam...
When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...
I used to see your smiling face
Looking up at me with glee...
This is not how it's supposed to be.
You'll have to go away...
I was not entirely sure
Of the circumstances...