I met my boyfriend at the park
it was way after dark...

You look at me like i am so beautiful
when there are so many other pretty girls...

You came over after work
and thats when we popped the cork...

I had an abortion
took and killed my baby...

When you hurt yourself
you hurt me too...

I wish they would all die
i hate them all so much...

**i didnt really know where to put this poem so...
this is not my face...

Blood on my sleeves
blood on my blade...

Knife in my hand
blood on my clothes...

She was born in \'88
only 17 years old...

All these druggies in school,
it just aint cool...

You make me quiver,with anticipation
you make me shiver,with elation...