Today I met a girl, while looking in the mirror. I looked at that girl and wanted to hurl, and screamed what a queer! She was so ugly and sad, too lonely and mad. She scared me, and I didn't want to see. I sat down on my bed, wishing I had nothing to dread. I started crying, thinking about dying. If you didn't realize, that little girl that I saw from my own eyes... Was actually me, something I didn't want to be. I look down dreadfully at my arm, wondering why I cause self-harm. I have no choice in it, and I don't care one bit. Yes, I do want to die. It would be better than having to cry. So just let me be, I don't want to see. You think I'd understand if I would just look. But I tried and my whole world shook. I don't want to know how much you love me, I don't want to see! Just leave me alone, I'm pretty much already gone. One day soon I will be, and then you'll see... I'm better off dead.
