Lately, All we seem to do is fight,
the love is slowly disappearing into thin air...
I carry this book
to hide from the looks...
So sick of it all, I pick up a knife
I finally decide I'm tired of life...
The way I see myself
is the same way that...
Slit my wrist just to relieve some tension,
Let go of all that bothers me with one...
Replace the blade with ice
Feel its coldness sting my arm...
Can't you honestly not see
The sorrow in my eyes...
It pains me to write this poem
for these withered hands are stained...
Not so long ago,
I found a place for my head...
The sun has gone and darkened my day
And it'll never matter what I have to say...
You pretend to be strong and calm
You manage to smile behind the lost charm...
I think of our memories
and at old pictures i stare...