I want to tell a story,
of a dream i had...

Warm,is how my soul feels,
comfortable,with a smile...

Im tired, I feel kind of ill,
Maybe its all those pills Ive just taken...

I died the day,
You said goodbye...

Ain't it funny how,
Some days you wake to find...

I feel down so hard to my knees,
As I begged you not to leave...

I closed my eyes,
As a tear drop fell...

A loved one,
A friend...

I'm searching for that something,
that will bring back my smile...

When youre feeling down,
What is it you do...

I blame you for my croaky voice,
When it is I talk...

Cutting has become her ritual...
That she cant live without...