*Alone...
They were the ones that killed me
And the ones that broke my fall...
As i drag that knife across my thigh
tell me all the reasons that I should die...
She had a broken spirit
Withered away...
At night I cry,
By day I die...
Alone in this world,
again like before...
I can't help what I do anymore
I find myself crying on the floor...
(im honestly not sure about this poem. not one of...
July 20th 2005...
Turning up the stereo
to drown out the sounds...
** Before you read this, just know that this is...
Dear Diary...
The cuts on your arms
you say its just self harm...
Lonely girl
hated girl...