A punch to left of me,
a kick to the right...

The tiny little cot with flowers on,
the nursery kitted out in pink...

Sins run thick through my veins,
my personality lost in a sea of depression...

I was in school, laughing and joking,
When you left, the 2nd of April 07...

The icy fingerprints on the door handle,
the cold, pale face in the mirror...

Never before had he seen such beauty,
as she lay there before him cold and pale...

All food was poison to me,
but i had to eat up my dinner like the good girl i...

Shes left, walked out. she said she would.
and nows shes gone. gone for good...

Its all an act,
every word, every line...

The destruction of The Black Pearl,
My father was to blame...

I need some help,
I have writers block...

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