• All my words shoot out and put me down,
    You twist them until they burn with hurt and hate that can never be replaced,
    When tears burn and my soul is endlessly ruined,
    Let me know when to stop writing,
    It's to much when this hurt burns me away,
    Though words are painful,
    Tell me I knew I was once loved,
    Even though im not anymore,
    The Dairy That goes to rest

    - To my personal hell created by my parents and pain