Now that it is summer
And that you're gone away...

Everyday she comes home and crawls into her bed
she crys and crys until it blows inside her head...

You know that you are mean,
You told me so...

You call me a biotch
Now you claim you're sorry...

I have this bubbly friend
who everyone wanted to be...

They say
Listen...

Do you ever ever sit just to wait to cry
Just to hear your thoughts...

I write poems about cutting
And everyone asks why...

Hunny please don't die
For you I will cry...

Cutting
Back on food...

At the very top
Looking down at the city...

Cloudy days are normal
When you're like me...