Leave me here to rot....
with torn clothes and matted hair...

Look at her standing in the crowed.. its like no...

I hate it when your right
and I hate it when you let me win...

Its easier to believe that through all of this...

~I'm writing these words to tell you why and that...
Mom...

I just let go...
committed the one thing i promised myself and...

The anger building up inside as i watch my best...
Her heart want's for her to let go of these types...

Looking back on the days i miss the most
as they replay over in my head like a movie that...

Trying to hide her appearance.
No one knows the real her cause she wont expose it...

Sitting here alone in this empty room with nothing...
my friends are all gone and no one understands my...

Do you remember those years in school when fitting...