I put The blade to my pale skin
It was shape yet so thin...

I know I am a girl
Who tends to tell a lie...

I was so very young
Yet Wise beyond my years...

I just thought we'd be friends
We met on-line...

At night when I do drift
Into a deep slumber...

I would fly a plane
And it would be worth while...

Theres these feelings I have
Way deep inside...

If only things were
done as quick as said...

What singles out a poem
Make it better then the rest...

Dear Mr.President
Sitting in that chair...

Stop following me
STOP IT!I know your there...

Many of the things
That go through my head...