I'm taut with selfish sorrow,
Staring at my wretched reflection...
You will become stronger with me,
You won't die today...
I walk down a path
through the park...
I look at my arms.
The cuts and scars are healing...
My friends say it's chic
the fact that i don't eat...
Does it count
as abuse...
Knife to the skin
Convictions in doubt...
Yesterday my past I drew
on a canvas of silence and torment...
I'm at my wits end,
My mind is clashing I want to give in...
Im not happy with you anymore.
All i want is to walk out your door...
My thoughts revolve around all the things,
that my mind cannot grasp and perhaps...
This is the story of a kid
he was only seven years old...