She wants to look like those girls
She sees in magazines...
The image I portray is only an illusion,
To cover up the truth that I do need attention...
And that sickly feeling in the pit
Of my stomach and heart...
Please...
Someone please...
Look at the girl
How she sits so still...
Do you some times ask yourself why
why you sit night after night and cry...
Screaming down the streets,
I ran away from my fears...
She sits all alone
Huddled up in despair...
My Dearest Brother
Can neither walk nor run...
Liquified Promises
Flushed Down The Drain...
Derrick:
Shattered Kisses...
Daddy, I can’t help but feel that it was...
If I hadn’t begged you to come home early...