Its just a few scratches
bleeding off my wrists...

I'm the saddest when I've just awoken,
because I know I wont get my dreams back- they're...

A real cut:
I could talk about this for hours...

Heres this girl
she is me...

Gash my wrists
Slit your soul...

Boyfriends with girlfriends
with new friends with old friends...

Run run run...
across the wind...

Don't hurt the tears you cry
they fall from your eyes...

Songless tune playing in my head
thoughtless suicide running around...

Gravy clouds on my blue
short deep breaths nothing new...

They took away MY poems...
the one things i had left...

This is for willow,
and all the times that she cared...