This blade of woeful memories stabs at my soul
Revealing all my weakness, longing for control...
Moments fleeting as
they grasp at hope...
---> dear diary,
its about 10:30 p.m. and i just loaded myself with...
I'm sorry but I can't take it
Can't take it anymore...
So fragile, his heart is broken
in a million peices, bruised...
Cut my wrist with a sharp blade
put it to my wrists make it so that can't stop...
Another life cut short
no laughs,snickers, or snorts...
Slit my throat,
with razor blades and glass...
The year is only half way over
And five are already lost...
She tries to hide the scars with long sleeves...
and runs off to school, her sleeves held down with...
I Miss you so much why'd you have to go you left...
Everyones still crying there hoping it's not true...
I have to hide my face as I look into the casket
Everything is so perfect; they even put flowers in...