This is world war me,
What's left of my life to salvage...

So; this is new,
Well the surrounding not the feeling...

Hello; it's been so long,
I'm not going to lie...

All you can hear is silence ,
As everything has stopped; even the violence...

My, now tainted, soul,
Was formed from blow after blow...

There's no more room in my closet; or under my bed...
The demons crawl and live inside my head...

I sit here hoping you don't leave,
It's not what you think; It's not what you...

I sit here now with written across my arm,
I'm trying to leave the blades alone...

Why are the scars still here,
I'm sorry my dear...

My teacher asked me to write something happy,
I simply looked at her and said " my happy...

They don't understand,
None of them know who I am...

I come into school,
You're looking so cool...