A mistreated child
An un-wanted teen...

The thought of being alone
Made her want to die...

Sliding this blade
Along my wrist...

Devour my soul
Grasp my entire life...

You ask what’s wrong
Well where do I start...

The feeling that the blade brings you
In the beginning is a rush...

Say goodbye to your life
Because I will take it away...

To My Father
You sit there and tell me you’ll support me...