From the moment I open my eyes,
I feel the hunger within...

Look at her...
Her beauty glowing like the moon on a clear...

They call it dysthymia
They call it depression...

Behind closed door...
You'll see her crying on the floor...

Been so long since she felt like this,
A tingle here...

I'm sorry...
I'm sorry i couldn't hold on any longer...

Smiles all around her,
Applause filling the room...

Dear diary,
I cried for the first time in a long time today...

Bite your lip,
Tighten your grip...

Don't care what people think of me,
Only care what my friends think...

I lay here on the floor,
Broken inside from what drove me to do this to...

Can't seem to express,
Wish my tears and screams could translate into...