My love dangles on a string
hopelessly free falling...
**This poem is a stanza by stanza conversation...
My razor blade so small and shiny...
Used to laugh, used to love
Lost it all the day you died...
Please send him back from heaven, for I do miss...
I fear I'll lose him forever; his heart I wont let...
I hate life.
I hate what I've made it...
Where to begin and put my whole life into a...
It is unsorted I can't just put it into lines...
Its been a while since I could hold my head up...
Its been a while since I've gone one day without...
A tear fell down my cold, red cheek...
Laying in the snow, so weak...
One Cut For The Misery
For Everything I've Been Through...
I miss you a little
But I should miss you a lot...
Day faded into night as I lay upon my bed.
Bitter thoughts of suicide running through my...
[And there lays her tiara,
Broken from the fall...