Sometimes I wonder where everyone will end up.
I wonder how we will make it through the hardened...

We fear pain; and fear the hurt
With our love we can...

I wish that kids could see how much we hurt one...

Thinking of your words.
That slipped from your lips...

Memorys are the only things that keep us...
The mistakes we made...

Shes got scars on her chest,
And bruises on her heart...

Little girl; All alone.
Makeup running...

The echoes of a broken child screaming 'please no...
With the blade in her wrist...

I read the poems,
And cry out loud...

Shes got the razor in hand,
And tears in her eyes...