There's a girl in the mirror who doesn't look like me at all.

Every line that I write in my journal is about who I don't want to be anymore, and the more I look at it, the more I want to die

Memories are haunting me not letting me sleep.

Addiction hidden behind false smiles

If your friends are your enimies and your enimies your friends;who can you trust?

I deserve it every little bit..now hit me!

& wishing I wouldn't have to look at myself

The more i think about death, the more i want to end up dead, and 6 feet under the ground watching everyone walk on me like they are now.

Suck in and your my obsession

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into years, years are going to turn into forever