He doesnt write poems
he writes songs...

Cutting is like a drug
cutting is like smoking...

I got violent
i broke a mirror...

I stepped out of hell
took a chance and fell in heaven...

We started the school year
10 months of hard work...

She See's black and white
where ever she looks...

Don't cry little angel,
Your heart is in good hands...

Tell me those words
you would tell me before i was four...

We met on line
we fell in love...

I can see it in your eyes
i can feel it in my heart...

Wow i cant face the fact
to know i have school...

Part Two
A tear came from her eye...