I am what you may call a perfectionist.
I always want everything to be just right...

When I cut, I know it will not fix anything.
But how can you tell me it is wrong...

Give me some hope.
Send me a prayer...

As I lay on my pillow.
I close my eyes and insanity...

Before I put up this poem...to make it have more...
We are the lambs of God...

There she goes again.
Shes made another mistake...

Your love is so sweet.
Never truely admitting it...

A-is for Appreciation you show to no one.
B-is for Blowing a bubble that is your life...

My words are cold.
My soul was sold...

You can't tell me how to act.
You can't say you know what is going on...