I've ruined so many things, I'm like a wrecking ball |
My final Bow... |
Monday sickness is not true. |
I want to be happy again. |
I'm sorry I came back, I never wanted to make you upset, not again. I love you, but it will never be enough, not anymore. |
Razor, wrist. Wrist, razor. Oh aren't you two the sweetest couple! |
Black nail polish represent my depression. They warn people beforehand what's wrong with me. |
My heart feels like it's about to shatter in a million pieces. But I have no one to pick them up for me. |
There's no surgery that could fix the pain inside. |
It really hurts to be me. |