[[This is the begining of a poem i was writing...
She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs...

As the mark of time unfolds,
Which road to choose what each may hold...

((Not really a poem, more just thoughts, i wrote...
Do you know what it's like...

Not sure what she should do now.
So much to gain, so much more to loose...

It's 4am, she's awake again, trying to block out...
She's 6 years old, with more life experience then...

They've destroyed my life
Slowly tearing me apart...

Cutting, cutting,
Lines of red...

An old poem i wrote a year or so ago, i just found...
Opinions...

Not sure what to do
Can't keep it all inside...