The day's are growing weary the nights are growing...
all the things i see are frightening i just want...

She just wants to be seen
she just wants to be heard...

*(i wrote this a LONG time ago ( Gina)
When i look in to your eyes...

I prayed the night you almost left
because i couldn't stand to let you go...

I'm trying my best
but nothings good enough for you...

You can see her silhouette in the dark
The wind blowing through her hair...

My skin is growing cold
as deaths whisper is close upon my neck...

If my worthless rhymes
my worthless poem...

Self mutilation
drug abuse...

He was very sick, to sick
to get out of bed i wanted...

The girl finally made a decision that she would...
*short poem i know, the shortest i've ever...

I remember when I was seven years old
I went to church ever Sunday...