Anger is my Death.
Falling is a trip.
Jealousy is a sin.
Knowing is impossible.
Innocence is something taken from you.
Choice is given to you, but always taken away.
A attempt at suicide would not kill me.
My Death is of Anger and Jealousy.
Yet they force them upon me.
I am not her.
I'm more then her.
My blood is pure.
Yet poison still runs through my veins, like a constant reminder of what happened.
Doing everything in my power to keep it from happening again.
My Trust is all I have left.
My Strength is low.
My Faith is no more.
My Hope is failing.
Yet one person changes it. You.
My Trust is built strong.
My Strength is my love.
My Faith is strong.
My Hope is everything. The poison is gone. Yet my innocence is yet to be replaced.