If self harm is for attention,
then why the scars we conceal...

No point or reason for living
Aimlessly wandering on...

Write what you have not the words to say,
give your writing strength...

Speak not to me of hope and light,
For both these are gone...

Between happy and sad
There's a very fine line...

Flickering light
Fading life...

Shadowy figures,
full of cold and dark...

The black rain is falling,
Destroying all in its path...

Cannot work out what I did
What I did to make him mad...

Dear Father
For as long as I can remember...

Welcome to my nightmare,
where nothings as it seems...

Many times you have hurt me,
In ways you'll never know...