Sitting alone in a quiet room
the only sound is me...

I'm not a cutter
nor will I ever be...

No one truly understands
what went through his mind...

I can't stop the tears from coming
believe me I have tried...

I've given up on trying
finally closed my heart...

Well my heart as now is healed
open up to something new...

Used to hate those silly stories
where they all lived happily...

Locked inside a jail cell
for how long I don't know...

The roses lay dormant until the summer
and they don't cease blooming till the fall...