An innocent child's breath,
taken away all too soon,
as their father steps away,
wielding a spoon.

Although the wind is blowing hard,
You still have one last card,
This card is life or death,
So, you plead the fifth.

My life is over,
wishing for a four-leaf clover,

My breath stops on a clock,
Sitting there on the dock,
Cold even in my frock,
While I fall off the rock.

Through every breath I take,
I try not to break,
I say I'm not giving in,
but when will I feel again?

The nights falls and everyone is sleeping, not I. I am sitting in a corner crying over a picture of you, calling out your name. Missing you like crazy, driving me insane.

Every night i die
every night i cry
day after day i lie

another smile faked,
and thoughts of being staked. </3

Why does the past, always come back to haunt? why now, just when i start feeling okay again? please lord, just tell me why.

Every week i get injured, just so i can say im hurting so i have a reason to take medication. But every time, i take one, two, three more than necessary just hoping that it will make me fall into a sleep ill never get out of.

Why do i always hurt those i love? why?!? maybe it'd be better if i die.... so then i dont cause the pain.... </3