The pain and loneliness
all come flowing back...

The hurt will soon be over
for i am closing the book...

Disquieted calls for help
cowering in the corner...

Thank you for making me cry
thank you for making me want to die...

Please comment i would greatly appreciate it, to...
i look in the mirror...

Several times now
I have felt that familiar urge...

The blood
i love to watch it trickle...

The skin is broken
as the ghosts of yesterday converge on you...

So the hurt is not receding
but the door is slowly closing...

I'm not sure what it is
but my body's called you once again...

So now I'm gone
and so many new problems have risen...

I look in the mirror
and the girl looking back...