That's his name.
The name of the lad
Who I gave my heart to
The one who can take my breath away
And makes me feel like
There's something for me
He's my love
He's my superhero.
He's my better half and
My everything

You lay there in your bed
You are of the living but you look dead
filling me with dread
was it something i said

Sitting there
in your EZ chair
With her name tattooed on you arm
and that bottle in your hand
and a glass next to you
you down them bottles at a time

you drag that blade across your pale skin
Letting the crissmon red flow off my body
knowing its a sin
but it turned to a hobby
a hobby that you shouldn't have.
We both have this hobby
and i know, that you don't want to  
and you don't want to drag that blade
on your wrist, but you do
listening to your music
while you cry yourself asleep at night

Burns on your skin,
made by that lighter in your hand
they call them similes
but they make you cry

All the pain you think you deserve,
wont get you through the day

Basically ******.
Really it is,
****** of a unborn
baby girl or boy,
Beautiful in its own way.
Its life taken before the child
gets a chance to see,
to breath,
to even know what life is.

Plenty of children get aborted daily,
when there are men and women
who can't have babies and wan't to have babies