How many more scars
Are going to come to my skin...

Six feet under
her corpse lays...

Begone ye screams of silence, harbingers of pain
Cloaked in isolation, you mock in harsh disdain...

*Why do u do it ?
* Is this they way you choose to deal with all...

(to the tune of "My Bonnie")
I wonder why girls were invented...

When will the day come
that I'm not all alone...

Unhappy, Not good, Feel bad, Stupid, Not feel...

As I make my way to school each day
To see the girls who break my soul...

I have a friend
Who is perfect for me...

"Stars are made for wishing on"
My very best friend told me...

Cut me,
Slash me...

Sitting around- with nothing to do.
Trying to forget- all the I love you's...