Tears,
I no longer want to cry...

Beautiful girl, with dark hair
don't you see you're better...

One last time
I want to hear your voice...

I am left alone
to brew with my tears...

Stop saying you love him
don't torture yourself...

I am in danger of drying out
that is how much I cry...

Hey sis,
stop crying...

White jacket
Your sanity is playing hide and seek with mine...

To the floor I fell
now it separates me and hell...

Before you read the poem:
The poem is about suicide, I don't want to kill...

Can you hear the soft harp
reflecting my ambition to live...

Eat your hate
cut your sanity...