A girl, beautifly broken
Falling apart with every word spoken...

Dear Diary.
I'm still getting funny looks...

She keeps on searching
for a new life...

Lost in wounder
filled with doubt...

So many things we take for granted each day
until suddenly you are taken away...

Falling crying
slowly dying...

I'm my own worst enemy
i cant stand my own reflection...

Why are Goths
not treated the same...

Why did you take your life?
Did I do anything wrong...

She walks home
with a sick feeling inside...

I know that you are dying,
I know that you arentâ??t well...

**
He decides what clothes I wear...