My silent romeo,
on the hills of moutfield bay...

Tonight you killed me with your stares,
tears tricklig down my face i hid under my hood...

Write me one last lullyby,
then feel free to go...

You waited by our place today,
just like you have been doing for the last year...

I stood there watching you walk ,
until you were finally out of sight...

Okay, my arms are bleeding, check!
i've went down the right way too...

Tears glistened in my eyes
as i said something like this...

Thank you for the bruises,
the cuts the tears the pain...

I was never a poet just an emotional teenager,
with a piece of paper and a drop or two of ink...

My hands to my head, my head to my feet,
a pain so severe- i can't even feel my heartbeat...

If I could make one silent tearful wish upon a...
It would be that we could just reverse time...

And the things i done still make me ashamed,
and now i look at my little sister and nearly cry...