i am scared
you will tire
of hearing
me say
'i love
you'

Curtains drawn
I'm in that mood
I need to **** again

Someone else
Needs to dies
Someone who's
not my friend

I'm in that mood
I need to **** that
someone I can most
certainly live without

Curtains now open
I still need to ****
Sun now shining
through the window
time to spot my target

Now I've got
in my head
who I really want

For them this won't be easy
they'll have to say goodbye
tonight will be their final night.

Now sit back, enjoy

She took a whisk to her hair
“It's my hair!”
All over the walls
Blood and hair
“It's my hair!”
Was it stress or was it fear
“It's my hair!”
That's what she screams
She whisks her hair
She's no longer here

I see her..
she sits alone,
smiles to people and inside she cries...

I see her..
I see the pain, she tries to numb it;
and sometimes she fails..

I see her..
trying  to hide her scars,
and when she goes home, she gets new ones..

I saw her..
she waved goodbye,
it is true as they say;
silence is the loudest cry...