Knife to the skin
Convictions in doubt...

She is my queen
I want her rosy lips...

How could she do this
How does she think I feel...

*Coming out of writers block. Just a few random...
Never wanted this...

Abnormal is what you call me
You say I differ from the norm...

I thought I would write about you because I woke...
But when it came to putting pen to paper I...

I wish that I could change you,
Mold you into what I want you to be...

Open wounds
My arms are sore...

Sound pulsing inside my mind,
Noises, images, colours, voices...

*Not my best but needed to vent*
Blanket of fat covers these bones...

Greasy hair
Chapped lips...

Love another
It's never me...