What is so wrong with you?
You make me feel depressed and blue...
The sadness brings the clouds down low
and raindrops to the sky...
When I was seven,
My mother told me; 'life is hell...
This poem is not finished but i would love to know...
Shes alone now...
Her Spirit Held My Hand
As Her Spirit Slipt From Range...
I cut the razor blade into my wrists
Because I don't want to feel like this...
So silent it was in the cold black night
they sat their peacefully under the twilight...
The night i met you
the moon shone so bright...
Tears can not stream down my face
My mother, now in a better place...
The bright sun is set.
The heart beats of my life...
Death is something
we must all do...
Mom, I hope you're proud of me,
even though I lay here dead...