Blood flows from the cuts.
Bright red blood...

Walking down the street one night
A shadow crossed my path...

"I love you," you whimpered,
"“Please don't do this!&quot...

His eyes the deepest shade of brown
And his hair like a black stallion's mane blowing...

I sit at your grave
And place flowers on the grass...

"Get out of the car!"
He demanded, holding a gun to her head...

If that one day comes
That I meet my Mr Right...

Should tomorrow never come,
Did I tell you all I had to say...

As I lay my head down to sleep,
I pray that in your mind you'll keep...

My poems are only words,
Just silly little words...

Slicing away at my wrists
I start to feel numb...

The sixth day
Of the sixth month...