Shattered hope,
lost dreams...

I thought i was in love,
i did all i could to make him happy...

I sit in the corner of my room,
a broken razor blade clutched between my fingers...

Fictitious lives,
all hung by strings...

Words are never really good enough are they,
theres always something else we are looking for...

To the question of love
there is no answer...

I am trapped in your web,
contaminated by you...

No words to explain,
no actions to show...

I cut myself
because it pains...

Slitting wrists,
clenching fists...

Darkness surrounds me,
no way out...

Gone forever,
a part of me lost...