What do you do
When you no longer want to do...

He tells her that she's beautiful
As tears stream down her face...

I want him.
I love him...

I know it will never happen
I know that there is no way...

Blood
The cold, shiny, red, liquid...

Where did I go?
Who's living this life...

This is the book
In which I write...

Something inside me is screaming
Inside my head there's a war...

As I look into his gorgeouse brown eyes,
There's so much I see that I couldn't see...

When it comes to something I love the most,
I have to hold my tongue, in hopes...

There's something that I need
Someone I want to be...

A differnet kind of poetry,
A psycho kind of art...