She paints a pretty picture, but there's a twist...her paintbrush is a rezor, her canvas is a wrist.

They ask why I write such depressing poems. I say...it's what keeps me alive, that's how I survive

Deep cut wrists,
Tear-stained eyes,
Lying in a pool of blood,
As she slowly died..

Smile; It gives your face something to do...
Smile; It's better than talking about your problems.
Smile; It makes people happy.
Smile; It's better than telling them what's really wrong.

" I hate myself more than I ever let on, I'm burnt out at 22, I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young"
-Bayside

"I'll Never Forget You...My Wrists Won't Let Me..."

It hurts more cuz no one can see my pain

&& its not that i -want- to be sad...
its just that i forgot how to be happy...

So pop that pill
And put another fake smile on your face
Just because the sun rises tommorow
Doesnt mean you'll make it through today

To save the day
Or simply fade away
I guess it's all the same