I wake to the sound of rain
& the wind blowing in the air...

Sometimes happiness is around the coner
but too far for us to see...

The week is beginining
with in mind a fresh start...

I sit here in darkness
talking slowly to you...

My hand so cold
as it touches the photo frame...

My head is grazed
my fears cut inside...

Cold, lost & alone
In a place called unknown...

Burns.
Lights on the ceiling...

Carved into a circle
Shyly deemed in its place...

Ripping up cards
slashing one's skin...

Unspoken words
neither unfold...

Self Harmer Self Harmer
Where do you lie...