As she stares out the window,
No one can see the pain she hides...
Hidden
Blackness...
Dear Diary...
I need answers. I need some one to explain these...
Little black dots
all in a line...
Never can a day go by without having the feeling...
In misery is where i always am wondering to myself...
I guess I am looking for something new,
Traveling in a world all to familiar to these...
I fake a smile
To hide the tears...
Behind every locked door
sits a girl with a knife...
I can't take it anymore
What have you done they yell...
They can only blame themselves
For all the things they missed...
As I sit alone,
cutting and bleeding...
Physically, he didn't put a gun to her head
he only made her wish she were dead...