Sick of this pain
sick of hurting again...

I no longer look into mirrors.
I have no longing to see my reflection...

I tried doing things the hard way
but the hard way beat me to the ground...

...short of breath
she stops to rest...

Just shoot me
you traitor...

I don't really know what to write today.
I had the plans, but I threw them away...

"i hate you!"
she said...

...tired eyes see nothing,
scarred hands lay still...

Through the leaves
of the whispering trees...

Life could be
so much easier...

Silver teardrops
reflecting the cruel...

Under the cold moonlight,
she stands upon a pedestal...