My exterior is cracked and crumbled
no longer just a pretty person...

I'd like to welcome myself to REALITY.
It has hit me like a punch to the gut and is...

Dear Diary,
It's been a while...

The scars on my arms are real
They show my fight and the reason for my emotional...

I sit here and watch you every day
Folding my hands only to pray...

Twinkle, twinkle falling tears,
Cutting will release my fears...

This fourth of July
I sit here alone...

Remember when we were best friends
We did everything together...

You called me from the hospital
And told me to come quick...

I sit here in my bathroom
With my scissors in hand...

Dear Diary,
This week he dumped me...

When I look into the mirror
This is what I see...