My mother drives us in the severe and stormy...
Our destination is unknown but I could care less...

In my eyes,
Tell me what you see...

Your father doesn't want you
And neither do I...

When I saw you
I thought you wanted my love...

My dark, dark fate ended so cold;
The days go by as a slow blur...

As I sit here trying not to cry
I hold my head to stop the images appearing...

I was in the mall
When I heard a man...

.:Mathew:.
Baby, I loved you...

*Sorry I know this poem is really bad but I was...
I am lost...

Her appearance deceives
So many lies she conceives...

It’s getting late and I still can’t...
Fresh cuts and bruises have been added again...

I cannot describe
The pain I feel...