There's something missing,
In my life, so young...

Life is what you make it?
I did not choose to cry...

My poems are mine,
Something i don\'t have to share...

I don't know what I'm writing,
It probably won't make much sense...

Is this ever going to end?
This painful soul with the pieces missing...

It's quite intriguing, isn't it?
Seeing the smile on someone's face...

You were once my father,
Someone i loved and cared for...

Why you had to leave me,
I will never know...

What's the point in being alive
When all i ever do is cry...

Tempted
To take the knife...

At night i pray,
That maybe this hurt...

Princess of depression
Why do you look so down...