Bird's crying
roes dieing...
As I began by my
sister being awoken...
Her eyes are swollen,
shes hardly breathing...
A single tear
Rolls down his cheek...
My friend killed herself
Im trying to get through...
This is dedicated to Danae Dupuis who died not...
R.i.p Danae...
An icy scupture
Im wilted by the scorching heat...
If they say lifes so easy
Why so many suicides...
The night it began, the moon was blood red.
That night just one question, ran through my head...
You'd think she really means it when she says best...
The sky was clear, Not a cloud in sight.
A play to my left, bazaar to my right...
What is it to never be loved?
How could someone feel so alone...