As I walk into the the dark
Not taking time to look back...

I must confess,
her life's a mess...

All I see are black and grays,
Says the cutter as she lays...

This is a poem from me to you,
Don't skip around read all the way threw...

She thinks she's better than me,
But she's not...

No one to stand beside,
all you can do is hide...

She turns her head,
the blood drips red...