For months now he has not truly hurt
But tonight came crashing down like a thousand...

There she sat, waiting for love to find her
Drenched in a black outlook on life...

There she sits in the corner
Hugging herself as she tries to keep warm...

If my heart was a rose
Would it be black, like the ashes of your love...

Such sweet little lips
They were made for silence, not talking...

Snip, snip goes the scissors
Slicing through the white paper...

My heart fades to black
And my lungs turn to fairy dust...

What if hearts grew on trees?
Then love would never run out...

Aren't we all just a chores in life
Trying to get our voices heard above the crowd...

Sickness
comes from my stomach...

Night or day.
missing the sun rise and sun set...

Longing for the answers but all you find is guilt...
you're lost in you're mind that is full of doubt's...