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

I cut my wrist,
hope to die...

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

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

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

The feeling came back
driting into my heart...

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

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

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

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

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