What would you do if I died,
And you never said goodbye...

My life is like a poem.
Calm and easy at times...

Thought it might have been Love.
But not i realize all it was was lust...

So theres this boy I like a lot.
But sometimes I wonder if I should or not...

The blade slices deep.
The blood so red...

She sits here in a dark shaded room
No one understands...

You sit in an empty room...alone,
No one is one around...