His eyes always glow
Brighter when she’s with him...

The blade is sharp
And cold as ice...

How could an abortion occur at the age of sixteen
Or a mother murder her own flesh...

Laying on my back
Looking at the stars...

Whether bad things come
Or life turns to the worst...

Sometimes I just want to go to sleep
And never wake up again...

Even though I am mad at you
And you have brought so many tears...

I am Cinderella dressing for my ball
You are my prince charming...

Look for me in the sky
The clouds will be my disguise...

My bright blue eyes
That shine so bright...

I wake up -
in the morning...

The locket of Elizabeth Pue was one of a very few,
Nobody knows what or how...