In her little black diary she writes.
Would anyone care if she ended her life...
I am your conscience, always there.
I am the wind...
I know this one girl who forces a smile
Thinking "I'll only have to do this every day...
I have let you in my life
now i feel afraid...
Pain is like a darkness
That covers over your soul...
I told another lie today
to keep the stares away...
I have these thoughts of suicide,
of hating myself and just wanting to die...
Same poem just with slight edit in the layout...
I live the life of a cutter...
I have mastered a method to suppress my pain
No longer will I let my cheeks have a tear stain...
I feel myself slipping away,
I know I'm almost gone...
How can i get better
if no one offers help...
Get out of my life,
I can deal with my own problems...