I have swallowed some harsh words
my lungs could not breathe...

It's been a long night, the moon is moving on
a puzzle of feelings left untouched...

I look at that needle hanging on to your skin
little droplets running through your veins...

Grief is not based on numbers
sorrow does not require a certain speed...

Depression is all I know
I have lived with it for so long...

Red is my color
my fragrance is sweet...

I have a friend
that is way different from others...

Standing on top of the mountain
the ocean under my feet...

My soul has an antenna
picking up bad vibrations...

If I had ever transferred some of my time in to a...
it still would not have grown interest...

I act, think later
have given in to bad choices...

She reminds me of once being a child
times were way different then...