Walking through the corridors
feeling people watch me...
Thoughts of suicide in my head,
I've spilled my blood in my bed...
Mistreated down the mountain,
Every thing is tumbling down...
I'm sorry,
they aren't strait lines...
I sat it the corner,
Not waiting to see...
Sitting here thinking, drowning in a sea of sorrow
Wondering if things will be better by tomorrow...
The darkness pumps in my veins
My worries long since gone...
When i was little my life never made sense
But i always knew i could rely on my parents...
That was the night he ruined me(child abuse...
Staring at the cover of a Glamour magazine
looking into the eyes of everything that I will...
Know i cry alone,
in the dark with no one to hold...
Dear Diary,
I am having my thoughts again...