I fell in love with was someone who made me happy,
Who I smiled to when ever I saw him...

It comes with Guilt,
And self loathing...

I hide things in my closet
With hopes that they will keep...

Poems speak about out love,
Lost love...

It hurts to know,
You love me the same...

Not only by my knife,
Am I being torn apart...

Needless to say, if you view this page you have no...
-Cara...

What do you wait for when your dead?
A light to shine down...

Sitting alone on his bed,
He held the gun to his head...

When I’m sleeping in my bed,
They would hold the gun to my head...

My skin is ruined,
with the scars it holds...