Sometimes I find myself pulling strings
Out of book bags, shirts, and little things...
Dense sinister fog engulfs
a darkened hallway...
May fifteenth two thousand and eight
No matter what I do...
Childhood--
She knew no meaning...
All that I fear
nests on the...
Never wanted to die like all this before
Slashed wrists oozing and I hit the floor...
Silence is the foe
only crushes the mind...
Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect .
I'm sorry that I'm not everything you wanted me to...
Springs Lost Beauty...
How am I suppose to hear
the words you left unspoken...
Painful memories I cannot escape
No matter how hard I try...