Dear Diary,
I am having my thoughts again...

Slide the razor across
Wipe away the blood...

Throw out the razors
Get over your past...

If home is where the heart is
Then a heart I must be lacking...

She is so scared to live
Her life she wants to give...

She wasn't born this way
She gets worst each day...

Lyla can't finish her food.
Tells her parents she isn't in the mood...

I got help
To get over this obsession...

I thought I was over this
I thought I was done with this stage...

We would stay up late
talking over aim...

I can hear your words
and I can read them as well...

Eye shadow
to cover the tears...