Not even this soft white tissue
can soak up these heavy tears...

Another gun shot,
Dead body on the pavement...

Beautifully thin
Or skeleton poking through...

Lying awake in bed staring at the ceiling
because I cannot sleep...

Crystal of clearness, reflecting rainbow colours
with your dazzling light...

Twenty eight small white circles,
sleeping peacefully in...

I am going to bed tonight
with a heart full of smiles...

Oh throbbing pain,
whispers abandoned...

Asleep inside my coffin
listening to whispering assumptions...

Oh weary heart, please hush your weeping beats
and calm the storm that rages with your fears...

The only therapy that my mind needs
is the sight of your beautiful smile...

She grips on tightly to her precious black crayon,
as if it was made of gold. She harshly scribbles...