Oh, my God.
Oh, my God...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
Standing in a gray dress
with long and flowing hair...
Crying, sobbing
let it all out...
There's a many headed monster
that I face each and every day...
Who says that things
are how they are...
Pain inside
ripping...
Slipping, drowning, dying, dead
how do you expect me to go on...
I'm all alone in this dark night
That's why I have begun to write...
This is how the tide does turn
as it makes it's circuit again...
Dying for relief
just wanting that sweet release...
As I sit crying on the bathroom floor
Holding my precious blade to my skin...