When I was younger, like any other little girl.
I outlined in my mind Mr. Perfect...

So of my pain you ask?
and of my pain i shall tell...

I cut myself
almost everyday...

This is gonna be very long i warn you, but i would...
about three years ago...

I still miss him
and I hate myself for it...

I know that I hold pain
my life is far worse than it seems...

Yes I am scared
and I admit it...

I cant take it
no, not another fight...

I take a tentative step
out into the ice rink...

Its funny how
no one notices...

Each day is new
each new day holds new things...

I dread going to sleep
for each night...