She glared with hatred at the old violin,
Past down from siblings above...

I'll never ever fall asleep.
I'll lie crying here forever...

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

Life
Is a Rollercoaster...

I have a bubble
That you can't see...

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

I've never, ever, met anyone
Who's had to go through things like you...

Be rid of your essence
For what will seem but a second...

A burden of thorns
Placed upon my heart...

I want to pick up my pencil
And create me a world of joy...

How many nights
Did I lie in my bed...

Another sad,
dramatic poem...