I cut my wrist
it numbs the pain...

I carry these books
holding my life...

I started again...
the drugs, the cutting...

She is lonely
even though you can't tell...

She hides her feelings away from her mother,
afraid of what she might say...

In my mind
a revelation to my mind...

Day by day... life passes by
month by month... I do not cry...

I get caught up
and my mind becomes clear...

Even the concrete rose
has a life that is torn...

I feel like I don't know who I am
what role in life I play...

I cannot sleep
so I cannot dream...

Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep...