Your frown is the shape my fists make,
Fingers tucked under because I'm enraged...

Everlasting pain
scars upon my wrists...

People can live
vice verso...

Love
It seems to be...

Santa can give me anything
he can even make it snow...

Sitting all alone,
hopelessness fills the air...

See past the presence
but look deep inside...

"where is he"
she lays awake in bed...

In life i know
some things don't go as planned...

Cry rivers deep saphire blue
i waste all my night...

Make a huddle you and me
lay together only inches apart...

I look forward to tomorrow
one less day left of sorrow...