I shout when someone leaves
like it's their fault that I'm lonely...

I'm so new at this
i slip my hand around the scissors...

Don't try to talk me out of this
my decision is final...

I hope...
u get hit by a car...

As i sit in class
u r on my mind...

I like to imagine in my head
that there's forest just for me...

My old reliable best friend...
I think I will befriend him again...

I walk in the doors and see all my classmates
i wish i was dreaming, these people are full of...

I kept thinking this time would be different
but everyone screws me over...

Never good enough
i always come up short somehow...

We went our separate ways
said it was over...

To Dan:
its so simple...