Another day
its all the same...

I'm sick of writing love poems
from writing about you...

Round we go
in circles again...

A life without love
is a life without a purpose...

I love you so much
your one of my closest friends...

I walk through that door
everyday...

Everynight before i sleep
i take my knife and cut in deep...

*this is a true story that is going to have a lot...
My eyes fluttered open...

You cried each night
yelled and screamed...

I see him in the corner
as small as he can be...

The phone rang
so loud that day...

Feeling nothing
but something so sad...