Writing for me,
Is a way to escape...

You could always make me smile
When I had tears in my eyes...

This life I lead in constant pain,
Gets washed away in blood made rain...

Death has his cold hands around my neck
But I'm okay...

Hazy vision, teary eyed
Suppressing thoughts of suicide...

Help me up
When I fall down...

Crumbling like every time before
Crimson puddles stain the floor...

Stuck in a vicious spiral downward
And I can't seem to turn around...

I'm not going to care anymore,
About my stupid dead-beat dad...

Happy Father's Day!
I hear my friends cheer...

There's so much that you don't see
Like all the pain you've caused me...

There's a storm raging loud outside
While I sit alone and cry inside...