+Tommy+_written poemHe is only 5 years oldThis is the story of TommyAnd his story needs to be toldTommy went to schoolLike any other childHe had many friendsAnd he always seemed to smileHe didn't do his homework sometimesBut the teachers thought He was a good boy,Tommy was a sweet little kidHe was a parent's greatest joyOne thing about TommyThat the teachers didn't understandWas he would come to schoolWith bruises on his arms and legsThe teachers would pull him asideAnd ask him what was wrongTommy would just sayIt was falling from playingToo much kick-ball...When Tommy got home from school each dayHe would run to his r
.::+Alone+::._written storyThere once was a girlWho was all aloneShe used to be happyUntil taken out ofHer comfort zoneShe built up wallsThey were so tall,They could reach the skyShe didn't wantTo hear the worldAnd all of its liesEvery day was the sameTears in the morning andTears at nightWhat was there for herBesides unhappiness and spite?She hated the worldShe hated herselfShe hated everything aliveShe just wanted thePain to stop, she Just wanted to dieWhat future did she haveNothing but tears and sorrowEvery day would be the sameBecause every day was tomorrowBut in her heartThere is still a little Drop of hope
+Defeated+_written storyIn the dark I hideUnder the bedAs I watch his Shadow go byHe's looking for meSo he shuts the bedroom doorHe doesn't want me To escape like I did beforeThese chills running Up my spine, areCausing me to panicAnd cry at the same timeDaddy said he Would stop drinkingDaddy promised thatHe would try, butI guess everything Daddy saidWas nothing more then a lie When Daddy gets drunkHe goes crazy andHits and screamsHe beats mommyUntil she's unconsciousThen he goes looking for meI hear his footstepsThroughout my roomHe looks through my closetWhile screaming,"EMMA WHERE ARE YOU!?"He's staggering
+Helpless+__written storyHiding in my closetWith my doll in my armsI close my eyes and Cover my ears, and Pretend that nothings happenedUsually daddy just hitsMommy once or twice,But I keep hearing her Screaming and she begs Him to stop, IHear him say that heHates her and he Wants her to pay I whisper a prayer for mommyBecause I don't knowWhat to do, suddenlyI start to cry andHope God helps her soonI hear mommy give a scream so loudThen it's silent....quiet as a mouseI slowly come out of my closetAnd start looking around the houseThere I see mommyOn the kitchen floor, Lying face down withBlood all around herI cry so
+.::Cross In The Garden::.+_written song+.:: Bullets In The Coffin ::.+Verse 1If I'm to stand,I have to falland get back up again.If I'm to liveI have to build my own coffin, go off and love, like nothing ever happened.I'm always broken in my sleep,until I wake up, knee deep in my painChorusEvery time I go to my gravemy tombstone is missing.There are bullets in the coffin door. I laydown and look through the bullet holes,I saw loves shadow thatI want to embrace once moreVerse 2If I'm to stand, I have to fall intosomeones arms. If I'm to live,I have to unbury my cross in the garden.Touching this sacred ground,but to others it's just a