Paint this picture in your mind. The one of me...

A million pieces on the floor. Shattered battered...

The porcelain doll has been shattered too many...

Time and time again I ask myself. Yet I get only...

As I wright this little poem that will be so full...
So here in this poem is the life I regret ever...

So what?
I may be alive physically but my heart has stopped...

Snow sweet snow. Such lovely white and utterly...

All my life you've said you know all well answer...

I need you not money. I need to feel the sun again...

The cutting the slicing my skin. I see the blood...

You could see it your not blind.You knew it but...