Angel Knives in the kitchen Razors on the shelf One soul crying For someone to help. Pills in the cupboard Detergent in the room Her heart feels empty Like a waiting tomb. No poison No weapon No swelling Or protection Can heal the heart Of her inner infection. So she takes the pills And smiles down the hall Falls to the floor And stares at the wall. As things start to blur And mom starts to call And sirens call out. She closes her eyes Happy to be free.

No Remains Simply tragic Upon a fallen tree Held two people's lives For them to see. In the midst of chaos In the corse of rage There was a held a story On one last page. Like a misprint Like a typo. Two lives held By one cruel psycho.

The Childs Heart Stop blaming Stop shaming Stop yelling and saying That it's all my fault or Her fault when that isn't true How about you turn the blame onto someone Turn the blame back to you. You kept a secret so big that you weren't suppose to keep. Now your yellin at the one who can't say a peep. You drag her by the hair at only 8 years old. And treat her like she's nothing and leave her in the cold. She's your sister your sister you're god forsaken sister. And you turned her all aside and kept the secret mister. And she cries and she begs to be your friend. But it's always the same there's no end. Stop blaming Stop shaming Stop yelling and saying That it's all my fault or Her fault when that isn't true How about you turn the blame onto someone Turn the blame back to you. She cried because she loved you and now there's something new. A hate has grown inside her from the red black and blue. You never told the secret till it was already out. SO WHAT THE FUCK YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT. She lived in constant fear She lived in constant pain You never saved her Even though you knew about her pain. Her eyes as she begged for the one up above. We're torn from her head and you had shown her no love. Stop blaming Stop shaming Stop yelling and saying That it's all my fault or Her fault when that isn't true How about you turn the blame onto someone Turn the blame back to you. That little girl was me and that monster was you. This story might be hard but you fucking knew. Not a whisper not a word She had to save herself That poor little girl hung on a shelf. For people to use for people to borrow. You made no one notice her inner sorrow. So you blamed her and you still do. Hiding your guilt hiding the truth. Stop blaming Stop shaming Stop yelling and saying That it's all my fault or Her fault when that isn't true How about you turn the blame onto someone. Turn the blame back to you.

Forever My Dear Bugs crawling in your arms and legs. The shivers that run down your spine. Are not the cold or the fear inside. They're the bug running down in a line. The demons inside your head you see. Are neither fake nor real. It's the kink inside your bending knee. It's the horror inside your skull. So drown inside your own terrible tears. So choke on your own sweat. And depart into death for a thousand years. And never come back.

Love Story It was a beautiful beginning With the most tragic end. Better and sweeter And so much time to spend. We talked for hours And we didn't see. This beautiful beginning Was nothing but grief. And now it's over Some of us pretending That it's still the begining That it isn't ending. No sweet goodbyes But silent tears Knowing its ending After all these years. Trying to mend our hearts Once again But now it's over there's no time To spend. There's just bitter moments For this bitter end.