Porcelain scars on little glass arms
shattered my taunted twisted heart...
Want to run,
Want to hide...
She wakes this nightmare
wishing for it to stop...
Walk through the empty hallways but there's no one...
Turn left, turn right these white walls are always...
So I sit here crying about you.
the tears are dripping down on the keys...
Atlantis is in the bottom of my bathtub...
Atlantis is this pretty blue-green chilly warmth...
Gone... everything seems to just dissapear.
I'm beginning to understand why I'm scared...
So I actually woke up the next morning
My head killed and my eyes burned...
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick...
This is not really good poem. it's just how i feel
i want to go to a place...
There was a girl with brilliant eyes
When she stared you down you'd think you'd die...
Locked in my room
deep in the dark...