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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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