' We can be friends if you want... '
Is this all I get...

Can you hear me?
Is anything I'm saying making sense...

Never thought I would come to this,
Thinking that my time's up, wanting to die...

One love.
Two parents...

Straps so thin and nails jaggered,
Everything will break off soon...

Ministry of sound beats through my rigid body,
Swallowing any sanity with much disdain...

Tears keep dripping,
From the neverending supply locked within...

She's had enough of this.
Crying herself to sleep the majority of nights...

Haunted by a past,
Of devils and fears...

Can't accept the person in the mirror,
It's time to make a change...

I miss
Him...

Recognition of the love for me,
A symbol so special and unique...