She picks up the pen in her trembling hand
And she writes for as long as her body can stand...
The cutting
fresh blood...
Why did you do this to me? Why did you kill me...
My dad just doesn't understand,
Makes me feel pissed of and mad...
He doesn't understand why I did it,
he never will...
Dreams
fluttering...
I seek the attention, crave the attention, want...
That someone cares...
You slice my throat
and the walls cave in...
Prancing around striving for attention,
Affable advice departs from your lips...
Eighteen years I have,
breathed fire upon lady beetles...
The moon emits its unearthly glow
Falling, falling, falling...
She's empty, not even close to half full,
Deceptions caught her mind in a deadened forest...