Emily:
Why is my life so f u c Ki n g bad...

I tried telling you about my life,
All you did was cry...

I would make my way down town,
till i find myself at home...

I slit my wrists because of you,
look at me and what you've made me do...

Cut the pain
away from life...

Sit in a room,
just you and me...

At night i lay awake,
thinking should i die...

Around one corner is my life,
around another is the knife...

You treat me like dirt,
and expect me to forgive you...

When I'm alone, I'll tell you what i do,
I think of ways that i can hurt you...

In her eyes, are stories to tell,
The pain and torture she knows so well...

Why is life so hard for me,
I need your help, can't you see...