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

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

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

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

Its foul taste
crawling up my throat...

You talk to her still
but say she is just a friend...

When i look into my mirror
i see horrifying things...

I try and make myself look better
i get my eyebrows waxed...

Loneliness is all i feel
there's no one in sight...

I once knew a place
where i lived so wonderfully...

Huddled in the corner
in the shadows of my room...

Eyes red from crying
make-up running down my face...