I never knew it was possible,
For me to feel this low...
A poets dreams are heard by the wind
tears of pain stream from the face...
I'm so sick
sick of my life...
He sits here alone under his broken bed,
feeling the bruise on the back of his head...
Her beauty is known
By anyone but her...
Shes twelve years old
shes cold and alone...
I like green
She likes aqua blue...
These feelings inside of me, I just can't seem to...
Because I just can't pretend anymore, it hurts too...
I feel it rise in my throat
It's the coming of new tears...
Didn't realise that I would be
Emotional about the next steps for...
I’ve been going to bed with my makeup on again...
There’s still a tear in the sleeve, I never...
Its too late,
You cannot hear again...