Dear Diary...
I'm doing ok, but no one cares...
I can't be here.
not in this place...
Layers of fat..
Look in the mirror, that's all I see...
All is lost
got nothing to gain...
I hate myself so much right now
I gave in to food, I don't know how...
Sitting in the playground
Rocking on the swing...
What is this feeling,
She feels deep inside...
Wrapped in your never ending circle of imaginary...
Trying to escape...
You Said you needed space
So I'm left here with no clue...
She sits and thinks about the meaning of life,
She can't even feel her wrist touching the knife...
You feel bundled up inside,
With no one to go to...
Sweet angel of death
Please come, take me away...