Reminders.
Souvenirs...

Burning pains in my arms,
Stops the burning tears...

Little Suzy was only 12
she had not one friend...

Now I lay me down to sleep
I close my eyes, begin to weep...

This probally doesn't make sence, and i know it...
I stare at her in envy...

No matter how hard
i try to fit her mold...

No matter what i do
I'm always gonna be wrong...

Blood-painted walls
stained with lies...

I will draw you a picture
Of all my inner pain...

The day you turned sixteen
coming to school with a bandaged arm...

Dear Cutting,
Thanks for helping me calm down...

She covers her arms and hopes no one notices.
Last night there was just too much pain...