You treat me like a slave,
You use me like a tool...

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

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

Dear Mom,
You always helped me through...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue...

*This story is half true.*
*I am happy you took the time to read it...

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

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

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

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

Every time you look at me,
Everything you think you see...

I love you more than anything,
No matter what you do...