Hitting my head against the wall,
cutting my arm the blood that falls...

How I wish that I could change,
how i wish that it would go away...

I love you,
you know that it's true...

You're the thought that starts the day,
the one the ends the night...

You think i don\'t care,
but i do...

~Ok, this is like a weird poem i made up after...
Laying in my bed...

I stare at the phone,
wishing that you'd call...

What\'s the opposite of happy?
them, right there, they\'re not like me...

As I Lay Dying,
Here upon my bed...

I just wanna cut,
i'm so sick of this life...

What her parents thought,
was that she was alright...

We are alone, scared in this place,
Walking alone, at a same slow pace...