*memories haunt me
making me cry...

Tormented cries
echo in the night...

Light a match
then blow it out...

+ i don't want to be here
make it all stop...

Dulling my pain with cuts
many ask if i am nuts...

I want to die sometime soon
leave me go,alone to my room...

Staring into the mirror
dressed in black from head to toe...

My best friend is my razor
this tiny object is no longer a stranger...

= my bedroom door
is the gateway to hell...