I'm sorry I'm not perfect, and that I skrew...
I'm sorry I'm not who I was, and yes, I'm ashamed...

Have you ever been so afraid to look inside...
Afraid of what you might find...

Sometimes I wonder
What if I had screamed louder...

Can you feel it,
the guilt, like a noose tied around your throat...

These are my wrists of pain,
these are my wrists of shame...

So much anger held inside,
you are your own prisoner...

Slide the blade across your skin,
let relief flow Right in...

I may come off strong, but really I'm weak.
i may say he didn't hurt me but really you have no...

Coming out to yourself is the hardest part.
god, the guilt and shame can be so overwhelming...

I want to be there 4 the girl that wakes up each...
[very old poem...

Mommy, no, I don't get high
Mommy, no, I don't steal...

Karma is crap!
So many innocent children are abused everyday...