I hate my life
i never go anywhere without my knife...

I can feel the want
the want for something sharp...

We have been hurt and scared
We have loved and lost...

I sit alone
with two pictures...

This is my last goodbye
and I'm writing this to explain why...

I sit and think about what you have done
Its as thought you have won...

My dark angel
why did you leave me...

The pain i feel will never leave me
the guilt will always haunt me...

I sit alone in the center of the floor
i want to be dead...

Hmmmm why do we love
why do we hate...

Is she lieing or is it true
no one has got a clue...

I cant believe this is happening again
i am relying on things that aren't going to help...