From the dead the living shall wake
With the choice he could make...

I can't explain
My feelings for you...

*Sissy, if you're reading this, I am sorry beyond...
Binging and purging isn't how it used to be...

*This was for my 8th grade year. It was a crazy...
The end of the year is ahead...

You've screwed me over like you could not believe
I've been used, abused, lied to, and decieved...

I can't think straight, my mind isn't there
Sweet love for you mixes with my despair...

Every tear I shed is like another dagger in my...
Your voice, your fake promises, your lies tear my...

With a rusty dagger
Walk but slowly stagger...

For every lie you tell, another trickle of blood...
For every lie you tell, another lock is added to...

I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time
But I'm writing this poem just for you...

Secrets kept
Stories untold...

A baby girl just like me
Still fighting to help him see...