In the still of the twilight
I held your hand...
Autograph the gravestone that replaces my heart,
for you have killed my insides. Chisel your last...
Rope around her neck
Razor in her hand...
She's trying hard to understand, just what's going...
She doesn't know why, but everything is going...
This poem is dedicated to a mother who her 6 month...
for those who wish to know her words, read the...
Thinking about the past
and it's messing with my head...
Everyone thinks I'm this sweet girl
All happy and joyful and loves the world...
I feel it flowing down my thigh
The blood is thick...
[Chorus]
She smears her face with lipgloss and black...
~*~*~*~ Always ~*~*~*~
Tears stream from a child's cheek...
I wrote this poem 2 years ago and i had hundreds...
A boy and a girl...
There was this beautiful girl
In a month she'd be sixteen...