Sheets hemmed with, black, poetry from my...
placed in silk ribbon ties...

Your pleasure is my pain,
And it seems my pain is your pleasure...

My heart aches and my Spirit
b.r-e_a/k-s into f r a g m e n t s beneath these...

I'm so in love with you
Can't get you off my mind...

I've known it all for days
You certainly can't fool me...

She has her head layed low
eyes filling with tears...

Black pen , white paper
My thoughts a little grey...

In composing of my letter
Where should one start...

You told me to leave you alone
And to let you be...

I still breathe
So people say I lived...

I stare at the letter
I know you meant what you said...

This is me, the real me.
I hate my appearance. I try to act like someone...