*I'm warning you now, if you don't like strange...
you think your smart...

Heart in my hand
blood seeping through...

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

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

You weren't right,
When you slapped me...

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

One last cut on
this day will be carved...

Down from the heavens
he was cast far away...

I search through wounds
for something i wont find...

Cold metal bars scatter the sun,
As the reflection of happiness...

Finally I am dead
to you cruel world...

All alone, everyday
counting the seconds of time...