Untrustworthy,
Unloved...

Under my bed
the boards do creek...

(acrostic "If iI cry will you hold me?"
I feel the tears well up...

I huh-have-have a stutter.
An-and-and it hurts...

The taste of the apple is sweet.
As its venom drips down her chin...

Some times at night i start thinking.
Some times during the day i dream...

Dad please listen to what i say
Did u alway used to be this way...

So here we are.
Let us sit...

I laced the bottom branch with
a rope so tight...

Does she look dead to you?
Flopped down, dropping with a femininity...

It consumes,
all it gives it must take back...

My head hurts so just shut up
for this time in my life i have had enough...