Your paradise I live,
I stole it from your dreams...

The gun she held,
Was aimed at herself...

I feel alone while in a room,
Of a hundred people surrounding me...

Waterfalls flowing
straight into the wide open...

5th hour just started,
It was a regular kind of day...

Nobody told me,
Life was going to be like this...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue...

I have traveled to the edge
to where I felt discomfort...

I grab some paper,
I grab a pen...

If this poem was a cake,
It would be delicious...

Skinny,
Tall...

Roses are red violets are blue,
You took my heart and ripped it in two...