Something...
something is there...

If I fly,
will you help me...

Tears.
Capsules of sadness...

*I got this in an email, and just HAD to share...
When I was only seventeen...

I want the old you back,
because he was a joy...

I wrote a story,
on my skin...

Time again to hear the tale,
the tale which i know so well...

It seems like I'm the target,
to everyone's hatred and anger...

He sits by the window,
black hair blowing...

When I'm mad,
i think of you...

I need to be near you,
To hear you breathe...

I want to tell you,
how I really feel...