Your too late
I have been living this for long...

That tiny silver bullet,shot right through his...
His thoughts shattered...

I reach into my mind,
for an idea...

The knives stare at me from their thick wooden...
I tried to escape...

Every morning I wake up,
get dressed....my fake smile,my fake laugh...

Just like my mom,i have cancer
but mine...emotional cancer...

You are my flower,my sheep,my lamb
my life without you is pointless and worthless...

Lying on my bed weeping
not used to the phrase sleeping...

I am like a doll
i hear see and feel everything...

I stand tall.head high,holding back my tears
the words i don't love you anymore echoes in my...

In with a bullet out with hearts,
been living dead for the fear of the angel...