I came in from school at 4
and slashed away the day...

Now all those who do not know me
may think I'm OTT...

My mother doesn't notice
that look in my eyes...

I can hear the words unsaid
what I'll do before I'm dead...

Most of my poems
i have to admit...

I know that I'm not perfect
i would be if i could...

- I'm not sure this is supposed 2 go in here...
fire eats wood...

At first...
hate...

She sits alone
With bloody wrists...

All the things I’ve ever done
Whirl round in my head...

It's slowly killing me
I'm a messy ghost...