I feel I want to end it all,
trying to get it off my mind...
*It's long but please, PLEASE read all of it...
April 27, 2005...
I am trapped,
inside a box...
I sit alone here tonight... wishing you were here...
I have your soul.. as you have mine... but you...
I was alone, just thinking
Mostly about you...
Little Girls And Little Boys
Its Time To Go To Bed...
I can't take this pain anymore,
I'm knocking on deaths door...
All you see now,
Is half truths and lies...
Goodbye sweet angel
but I'm moving on...
Nobody would believe
That my wrist does bleed...
I was never out to find
Someway to make you sadder...
*It's long but please read all of it*
Sitting in my room alone...