Come here
And I'll whisper a story in your ear...

(I wrote this poem about 4 yrs ago, about the lake...
The sun shone through the light spring rain...

Little miss perfect skips through the trees
Daisies and bluebells brush past her knees...

A clown wears a mask
to make people laugh...

I sit there in the waiting room
leaflets all around...

There's no way out
I'm trapped...

To write these words
is most painful to me...

A chance for time to have finally stuck
no more worries of growing up...

Nobody noticed the pretty girl
alone in the corner...

Have you ever thought about
has it crossed your mind...

Razor blade, razor blade
you turn my skin a different shade...

Look at those scars
they map out the pain...