Travis is in the walls, he sometimes to me.

It was all his fault, he admit his wrongs.

A puddle of rain staggers from their eyes over him but no tears shed for me.

The bullet that lingers in his head they'll rather it be in mine.

I am upset at the men in uniforms that shout and giggle at my request to have my nails done.

I want them to be red as the blood that splashed from Travis's neck. It was so bright and beautiful, i remember from the pictures i took. I can never get what i want. I am a celebrity, I am looked up to, I am above them all, I am Jodi Arias. I demand respect, I demand them to arrange my make up from light to dark beside my bunk.

I adore the fans that visits and write songs about me. They understand it was self defense. he deserve this, he would lie, run and hide away from me so i stabbed him. He ripped out a heart that loved only him so i jabbed the knife into him twenty-six more times. He played with my mind with his sneaky games so i shot him in his. He deserve this, Now he can no longer lie to me, he can't spit out lies while his throat gushes blood. He deserve everything. I'm way too pretty to kill maliciously.