Pathetic life.
Pathetic love...

Roses are dead, violets are no more.
I wake up in the morning, I feel so sore...

I Desire Him.
Love Him To Peices...

And as he leaves she can't help but think will he...
He's leaving town...

If when you wake up in the morning;
And the hurting is so great...

This poem is for all those girls;
The ones who want to die...

You can have him I don't care.
I can see him when your not there...

Sometimes I have to wonder;
Did you ever love me like you said you did...

Sometimes I wonder why I came back.
I came back to liking you. I was...

Distance is not meant to be measured in miles
it is a matter of heart, of confidence, of...

You make me feel the wind is talking to me.
Telling me "Darling who do you want to...

I hate my life.
Give me a knife...