Gasping for breath
Trying to see straight...

I'm really really trying
but on the inside I'm still dying...

Leaning on the rail
which divides boat from sea...

I woke up crying
In the middle of the night...

Free me from the voices
all up in my head...

Ragged seams torn open
Gnarled and mangled...

Sobbing into my pillow,
crying out of shame...

Today is your birthday
The would be eight-teen...

I woke up crying,
In the middle of the night...

Up and away
In the middle of the night...

On days I only want to cry
When I do not even want to try...

Too smart
Too pretty...