I wish i could go back to the easy days
when it was me who made you proud...

So people think you're so cool
but the truth is that you're not...

She slits her wrists but why?
because the blood shows the tears that she wants...

Get away from all that is real
forget how you think, forget how you feel...

I use make-up to cover my unwanted scars,
wishing for a new life looking at the stars...

People see my smile
and they think that I'm alright...

My trust is very seldom
it is barely ever found...

One friend, two friend, three friend, four
i don't believe there is anymore...

On my shirt and on my dress,
100 dots, not more, not less...

I wrote this poem for my uncle, and today happens...
watching Dudley the dragon...

I left my house to go for a walk,
i ended up at the end of kal dock...

There's nothing more beautiful then self inflicted...
when you feel really down and have nothing to...