Abuse
The car keys he takes while his drunk...

My mum had always told me drink driving was bad...

Its funny how you think that this is fake
all the scars on my rists and chest...

Will i close my eyes
will i hold my breath...

Forget the times you walked by
forget the times we talked...

I want a boy that will stay with me for always...

I looked at him
then he looked back at me...

Your so far away
but your still in my heart...

Im not a perfect girl. my hair doesn't always stay...
and i spill alot of things. im pretty clumsy...

Each slit down her wrists
tells a story of her abuse...

Laying here almost dead
eyes closed ; surrondings silent...

When yOu lOok fOr lOve
dOnt loOk fOr the beauty...