A house of memories,
Full of laughter...

*I got this in an email, and just HAD to share...
When I was only seventeen...

Something...
something is there...

I need to be near you,
To hear you breathe...

I want to cut so bad,
make lines in my skin...

He's said goodbye,
He's said he's sorry...

My razor
My friend...

I wrote a story,
on my skin...

It seems like I'm the target,
to everyone's hatred and anger...

How can you do that,
when you are the best person I know...

You asked why,
I turn my music so loud...

Do you think I'm OK?
Look deep in my eyes...