My heart's a blood-stained mess;
a remainder of WW III, at best...

I spit in disgust at your identity.
What you've become...

Sometimes life's not fair,
and we get what we don't want...

I fight against the thoughts I think,
while staring at the bathroom sink...

I'm not supposed to feel like this.
With an explosion in my stomach...

We each take turns with the cutthroat,
and we pick-pocketed his waistcoat...

We walk down the street limply,
unlike those kids who walk slickly...

My lips are cracked,
and don't feel like my own...

Under those socks is a chest,
not the size you want, but real...

"Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, wish I could...

Sometimes when the pieces crumble,
a part of the castle will come down...

Happy birthday to the fairy queen,
(the girl of my dreams...