How much of this is real?
none of it seems to be alive...

I'm all by myself
theres no one around...

I can see my breath,
against the cold night air...

As i read all your poems
all i did was cry...

The moon shines in its lonliness
so beautiful, yet dark...

Surrounded by the sound of rain
followed by the constant pain...

I cut my wrist,
hope to die...

When i look at people
i always want to kill...

She thinks about her life
and she doesn't want it anymore...

The feeling came back
driting into my heart...

She looks all around her
nothing looks the same...