I started to bleed.
I started to weep.
I started to reap.
I started to cry.
I started to lie.
I started to forget my eyes.
I started to try not too,but I did anyways.
It's not easy being Me. No one loves this little girl.
No one talks to this little girl.
No one cares, Everyday is the same.
Lots of cuts, lots of shame, lots of dull razor's
ease the pain.... lots of Marlboro...
I started not to care now! I started,
I started not to breathe.
maybe this night He takes my life!..
I'm so weak alone! I'm so tired of all this pain!
when will I die
?
