Forget-Me-Not
she sits alone in her room...
Smeared dreams, like lipstick on the mirrors
of dingy motel bathrooms. Tears like blood...
I want to scream from the rooftop, hold
my arms to the air and let them see the...
I tried to get you to see this is who I am who I...
So we meet again my old friend
as I say to my knife...
Here I am
addicted again...
Why I do it
is what you ask...
I Grasp My Heart.
Which she has torn apart...
I get asked why I cut myself
why I would ever hurt myself...
I usually love the rain-
But, today, it sounds like...
She was drinking at a party
On a raging New Year's Eve...
Inspired by the poem "After The Attack"...
Mom and Dad don't look both ways...