Six feet under
her corpse lays...

*Why do u do it ?
* Is this they way you choose to deal with all...

Begone ye screams of silence, harbingers of pain
Cloaked in isolation, you mock in harsh disdain...

Unhappy, Not good, Feel bad, Stupid, Not feel...

When will the day come
that I'm not all alone...

(to the tune of "My Bonnie")
I wonder why girls were invented...