She's the girl with the broken smile
She's the girl who walked all those miles...

The pen said she was angry
The paper tells of hurt...

There's noughts and crosses upon my wrist
Who wants to be the first to give it a kiss...

Thirteen years ago
One early summer morning...

Just one kiss?
Fill my mouth with poison...

I cannot see
My third eye is blurry...

~This is the one poem I haven't used...
Love isn't anything...

If love was cutting
I'd saw off my arm...

Turn your back to me,
You can't face the truth...

I reached my hand
And you held it back...

Relief and happiness
Exists when it touched me...

It's the feeling of a shiny, shiny razorblade
Being dragged along your skin...