Its been a few months
Since I last cut...

*my friend wrote this*
I wish to fade...

I'm not made for this place
I can never do anything right...

*this is true*
my life hasn't been the same...

"you promised me!"
"why did you do this?&quot...

What did i do wrong?
why does everybody want to hurt me...

I look in the mirror
what do i see...

Nows my chance
to leave this place...

I'm sick of crying
I'm tired of being here...