I want to be remembered as the girl that always...
And the one who could always brighten up your...

Limp and frail shes standing there
drenched in her own red liquid...

My true-self
is hidden from the light...

Our First Kiss
So simple, yet sweet...

Sweet whispers in the wind
loving words of caress...

I feel dark and abused
Like a molested butterfly...

I sit here with my hair amess
looking ratty in a old worn out dress...

He watches me through the glass
looking at me as I pass...

Grab my heart, rip it out
squeeze it free it from blood...

Slip Away
into the darkness...

Sadness
complete destitute...

Those three little words mean so much
You don't know how many times...