After three wondrous months
you have figured me out...

Ugly wheeled animals
busy metal bees...

You still love me & want me
I know that you do...

"God" please end it all
I'm so sick of life...

Everyone has their own different perception,
On what makes a man or woman into perfection...

Give me some space so I can pace with this razor...
Cutting myself - why can't I make it through these...

Things gone wrong in this world but all try to...
How to right our wrongs while we push to survive...

If being beautiful was a sport,
You'd have gold medals galore...

Never about, you were out. Now forcing your self...
We should scream, we should shout. No one wanted...

All your life you'll have them by your side,
Patience is tried; but not pushed aside...

One I've lost, Yet never once forgotten.
Was forlorn, but never one for sorrow...

Prepare to go spare,
when you stare in the face of adversity...