Cold and dark
this silent night surrounds me...

*This is a poem I wrote for my friend when we got...
I hate the way...

*I doubt you will understand this poem, but leave...
these cuts on my wrists...

*I guess this poem seems a little self-centered...
I always thought...

Tears fall
like soldiers on...

*I just like the idea of a hidden message, so this...
WHY is it that every time...

I don't care what you say,
It's more addicting than any drugs...

"Just like your mother",
I hate to hear...

I wonder why I still sit here,
holding the blade to my skin...

Broken glass
lies at my feet...

*I'm still working on it:)*
Goodbye...

Come once again
to the dungeon of my heart...