You wonder why I cut my wrists
What makes me make all the slits...
You gave me presents,
you gave me time...
Where Dead Crows Rest:
Ripples of the past, now...
She hates always being sad
she hates always crying...
When were apart i miss you
much more than words can say...
Holy night in sweet silence and dream,
This night I\'m bleeding I scream...
I'm forever falling
Into the fire-red abyss...
I Give Up
On You...
That daunting smile..
The scary grin...
Sitting by the railway lines,
Wondering what to do...
Sorry for the bad grammar and spelling. this poem...
im not giving him the satisfaction...
Eyes red from the tears
heart hurts from the pain...