She Feels The Cold Truth,
Hears The Relentless Cry...

It's Mysterious -
Is It Right To Feel This Way...

I Hate Myself For Needing This,
Plunging Straight Into This Deep Abyss...

*This Poem Is Actually About My Mom, And How I...
She Screams In Silence...

Someday, I'll Make My Way,
My Way Back To You...

Have You Ever Looked Into A Mirror,
And Hated Everything Looking Back At You...

I Just Want To Die,
Right Here, Right Now...

She Walks At A Steady Pace,
Quickly Making Her Way Home...

My Everything Would Be Dead,
Incomplete Without Him As A Friend...

Clumsy Beyond Belief,
Yet So Hard Not To Love...

So This Is What Is Left,
What It's Come...

The Truth Is You Make Me Happy,
When I Don't Even Want To Smile...