As I Lay Dying,
Here upon my bed...

Hitting my head against the wall,
cutting my arm the blood that falls...

We are alone, scared in this place,
Walking alone, at a same slow pace...

You're the thought that starts the day,
the one the ends the night...

~Ok, this is like a weird poem i made up after...
Laying in my bed...

What her parents thought,
was that she was alright...

How I wish that I could change,
how i wish that it would go away...

I love you,
you know that it's true...

I just wanna cut,
i'm so sick of this life...

You think i don\'t care,
but i do...

Last night i sat upon my bed,
feeling so alone...

I stare at the phone,
wishing that you'd call...