You and I are best friends
friends until the end...

You always call me a brat
because i care that I'm fat...

I miss you
and all the things you do...

What do i have to do
to be with you...

You told me i had to choose
between her and you...

I hate this
I'm so confused...

Living each day
Instead wanting to die...

I hate you all
i feel so small...

I wish that i could fall
and end it all...

Its hard being new
you don't know what to do...

I put a Cross on my thigh
i put it up way up high...

My little girl hung herself
there was something going on in her mind...