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

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

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...

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

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

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

Little girl; All alone.
Makeup running...

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

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