She cried herself to sleep.
She cut her arm so deep.
She always thinks she lacks.
She never smiles back.
She always seems to try.
She only wants to die.

All I needed, was to be wanted, was that too much to ask?

She walks on.
She cries.
She falls down.
She tries.
She gets up again.
She walks on.

No one died from a broken heart.... they only wished they did....

I cry until I fall asleep,
I always cut my arms so deep,
I only want to fade away,
No, I'm not ok...

I reject your reality, and substitute my own.

To die would be awfully big adventure.

-Peter Pan

Roses are red,
blood is too,
I'm going to die,
and I hate you,

You broke my heart, and didn't care,
I tried to hide, but life's not fair,
Now all I can do, is sit and cry,
Knowing that, I only want to die.

If only I wasn't blinded by you, then I would have seen this coming...