I cut myself for my mother
-who brought me in to ths world...

Wanting
you to come...

Alone...
in a room full of people...

Everyday
the same thing...

You say I've changed
I'm not me...

Weak
scared...

I'm not looking for anything I don't need.
Sometimes it gets to me though, this sadness...

I don\'t know what to say
i don\'t know what to do...

Like insects attacking the vital organs of my...
You suck the marrow of hope and faith out of my...

Heart pounding
palms sweaty...

~i want a boy who will tell me i\\\'m beautiful...
~i want a boy who will tell me i\\\'m intelligent...

Wish you could see me.
Not the sex addicted...