The day I was born
The angel's cried...

Full of memories of my broken heart
I look down at my scarred wrist...

I'm in a world I can't trust
Full of crank addicts and bullshit...

A prayer without an answer
A dream that's out of reach...

The blade tears apart my skin
The inevitability of my sin...

I could meet a thousand people
And still think of you...

My body shakes from trauma
It's difficult for me to write...

It's only been near a week
But it feels as if months have passed...

They tell me it was no big deal
Like I exaggerated it some...

Contemplating Different Ways To Torture
Tears Stream Down Her Made Up Face...

Dear God, if you're really there
Would you please answer my prayer...

Opening up my puffy eyes
Again, I hear our goodbyes...