You watch me cry myself to sleep
Im not a piece of art at the show...

She was my sister
Way more then a friend...

I look in the mirror
And I hate what looks back at me...

I remember that day
You hit me with your belt...

When the razor pierces me skin
And the blood comes flowing out...

Cutting is Addicting
Crave it like a drink on a hot summers day...

Please take the time to read this poem ....whether...

In the nest room
Is the man that you fear...

I loved you
And you broke my heart...

I dont care about the things other girls fuss...
I care about things like when I will get a change...

I hear you calling my name
As I pick the lunch my mother packed...

I need a remote
That I can use to rewind and playback...