A bleeding heart does not yet mourn,
Though waiting for death to unpleasantly dawn...
Do you know what it's like,
To watch your friend stare at the blade of a...
There is this one little girl
Who makes me cry...
So cold, I'm gasping for air,
Reaching out for a hand thats not there...
He sits here alone under his broken bed,
feeling the bruise on the back of his head...
He screams, he shouts,
i cry...
***I worked really hard on this poem, and I must...
proud of it, but then again I am...
Eyes so bright
Smile so sweet...
Wake my dead soul
It's trapped in darkness...
She finally breaks from the pain
As she crumples down in the rain...
One pill, to ease the pain
Two pills, if I can't sustain...
This flower is all I have left of you now
As its pedals break making but a sound...