At first I didn't trust you
now I know meeting you was fate...

My life began
The day I met you...

Just because I don’t respond
doesn’t mean I didn’t hear...

Awake in the night
reaching out for your hand...

I stood there if only for a minuet
Sweater still pulled down tight...

Tonight I'm left alone
and I'm completely stressed...

The mirror is my coach
it tells me everyday...

There are different levels to my anger
It will always start out the same...

You love me, you hate me
I just need you to decide...

Heartless, cruel, vicious
Fire, stone, ice...

~In this poem it talks about a boy known as ED...
When I look into his eyes...

Life
is like a battlefield...