Surround yourself in things that are fake.
See how much fuss you can make...

I walk down the streets
Begging bowl in my hand...

I love you
'I love you...

I used to wish that i could take it all away,
forget the past and love to see another day...

She sits in her room
Tears running down her face...

* this poem I wrote is about a girl who I know who...
Your cuts are just scratches...

People staring,
No one caring...

Please daddy stop it,
I really don’t understand...

Christmas is coming, and its coming so soon,
But spare a thought for those living in doom...

She sits on the street, people passsing by,
She is so humiliated, she wants to die...

Food was your enemy, had never been a friend
You hated the thought of eating, it killed you in...

I remember when mum told me what you had,
Cancer she said, and I knew it was bad...