Not that I've ever told you but
* I've been slowly falling apart over the years...

One, two, three, or four
another scar, another day...

As I sit upon my Balcony,
high above your world...

Its morning and I'm still here
Got my makeup on n won't shed a tear...

I thought that I was done
I was ready to just turn in...

Star light star bright
Tonight Im filled with fright...

Sat and read a book
looked up and realized...

I had to write this to save my grade in...
Magma so hot, flowing so smooth...

World History and the past,
learn we do in Mr. Carter's class...

I realize now that he loves me
as one might love a fixed object in their home...

The acidic taste of emptiness,
The heavy feeling of all that nothing...

Of all the places I pass by without being able to...
The places I most bitterly wish to stop at are at...