There used to be a girl,
Who smiled and laughed...

I sit here all alone
Always thinking of that night...

As I'm here in your body,
I hear all you say...

Little miss perfect
Sits around, so unhappy so unloved...

Every time I close my eyes
I see every kick, every punch...

Goths are scary
Goths are weird...

Only a few months old,
Why did he need to die...

It's not that good a poem but i had to let it out...
i can't help it if i destroyed you...

I never wanted to hurt you
I never wanted to lie...

You think you’re so cool
Can’t you see you’re really a fool...

Betrayed by the people I love
Betrayed by the people I trust...

As the blood flows
I marvel in its beauty...