When you slit your wrists,
is it a scream for help...

If you could see, the inflict of self-injury.
Im sure you would leave me alone, to grown...

When I'm around him, It doesn't matter what 'they...
Each day I wake to he's smile. Stairing at me...

There is something missing from behind her eyes.
Nothing but lies and crys for help...

How many secrets do you hold?
How many go secrets go untold...

Pink Hair, Green Hair, Mean Hair.
Orange Hair, Blue Hair, Boo Hair...

Once there was a huge smile of color spread across...
As time went on my smile became darker and darker...