Im having an identity crisis
i dont now what ive become
and what i used to be...
i need to be someone..
i needa be me

How could one lousy song
cause me so much pain
i listened to the words
as i cut myself again

Lying in my death bed
of red liquid surrounds
i wanna make you hear..
scream what its all about

Loneliness is a curse
a demon in the dark

Id never talked you before
our worlds just didnt collide
until i saw those cuts
and showed you mine...
and we fully understood

You call me a klutz cos im falling all the time..
what if i told you they werent accidents
i have dents in my legs
bumps on my head
to help me feel that im not dead

The internal pain consumes
the words swallowed me wholei was muted into silence
by my tortured soul

from my poem your princess... i love u dwayne n i will 4eva :(

I dream of dying...
these are the best times of my life
i think back to those cuts
i think back to that knife

I rise from my death bed
of red liquid surrounds
the gash on my thigh
is dripping blood down

I crept out my window
n walked miles barefooted
n followed my bloody trails
back home