I really wish you were dead,
so I wouldn't have to deal with you...
Can't feel a thing,
after i swallowed...
I'll never be good enough for anyone.
There's always something the matter with me...
Taking pictures,
And looking in mirrors...
Starving for perfection, hating her reflection,
Maybe when she looses 10 pounds, she'll feel like...
Everyday I wake up to you,
and what happened...
Everything is eating
me away...
People keep saying,
"everything is going to be fine"...
Holding it in my hand,
wondering if i should swallow them all...
I took these pain killers,
because you said...
Slit My throat, make me bleed
Take my life far away from me...
Why hasn’t the past left me?
I have all these unanswered questions in me...