Dear Mom,
You always helped me through...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue...

**I'm Not Bulimic...But I want to show I'm not as...
I watch the girl in the mirror...

Shedding my lonely tears,
Soon Turing into a flood...

I hide behind my broken smile,
Say those cuts aren't real...

I really can't get up,
I can't get off my but...

My heart bled black,
I bled too...

I've got nothing to do,
& I'm hurting cause of you...

I swear
I was okay...

Another night alone,
Another knife in my hands...

I put on my smile,
& hide away my fears...

July 31, 2003 3:10am
Theres two sides of me...