A poem of sweet love moves the heart,
A phrase about our life can keep as at part,
For life seems to hard to figure out,
Something I cannot understand, Something i know nothing about.
Abuse, Suicide and Pain I've seen too much,
I have become a canvas painted red nothing more then a girl with scars,
So by day I will smile,
By night I will pray,
Pray that my action do not sin,
Pray that my demon wont ever win!