I always write about you
You make my pen catch fire...

Its funny how love is so simple
But as soon as you Fall into it...

I cant look back without tears
or the thought of throwing up...

If you can hear me cry then the days of my life...
My heart and mind twisted and bended...

What is it that I love you
cant be money...

Dont worry I wont make another promise
Since you dont want me to keep them...

In the hour of my bitrh
my mother and father were there...

I cant eat
I cant sleep...

I feel so ashame every day
I want to cry...

In my final thoughts after slicing into my arm for...
reading my books of depression as they dont help...

Its funny how my memories dont fade..I've looked...
asking my sorrow about my fears...

I wake up and you there
I hug you close and hold you tight...