Why remember why cry
You can't change the past...

There is a box in my closet,
hidden good and deep...

No one knows her, not really.No one knows that...

No one knows she hides the scars,
Of the hours spent in her closet...

Try to talk but no words come, try to scream but...
I'm not negative...I'm just realistic...I'm not...

Wanna be free, to do whatever. Be free from this...

It's hard when one of your friends commits...

A teenage girl
alone in her home...

Her heart fluttered
and her stomach turned...

I will take this razor blade,
And write a story on my wrist...

Screaming so loud,
So loud I can be heard...

Everything is perfect, or so it does seem.
But when did the nightmares overtake the dreams...