I was on my way home
I'd been told not to go alone...

Used to make me so euphoric
My stomach did somersaults for days...

If A Cutter Cuts For Attention
then why do they hide it so well...

One Week Later.
I sit alone in my room...

Complaining about everything
Sitting silently in sorrow...

Swept me so effortlessly into your grip
Fascinated by your pitch black eyes...

I don't know who I am anymore
Didn't expect my life to turn out this way...

Sometimes in this life I'm overwhelmed
By the suffering I've felt, misery and pain...

The way you make me feel
Is just to hard to describe...

Mamma would be proud;
as even though my heart feels...

She used to be so innocent, wholesome and sweet
Only now, she's transformed into a liar and a...

**Collaboration with ¡Britt! **
As I silently make my way home...