Its foul taste
crawling up my throat...

She who laughs at my every move
criticizing me from afar...

It's hard to fit in
living in a world that you're constantly...

Looking at old photographs
remembering all of the good things...

When the boiling point comes
to where you're not even sure of what you're...

I have thought about everything today
and there is something that i have to say...

Writing helped me get over
my own insecurity...

I wonder what it's like
to walk in someone else's shoes...

Looking at my reflection
in my bathroom mirror...

I stand here
alone in silence...

Come Home
How could you do this to us...

Tears rolling down my cheek
i feel so lifeless and weak...