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

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...

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

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

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

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