You treat me like dirt
And yet I stick around...

Everyday a piece of me dies
Every time I see you with her...

You sit there and tell me it's dumb
But you have no clue...

This broken girl before your eyes
Sits at home and silently cries...

I sit here and stare at my mother drunk on the...
Deciding I simply can't take it anymore...

All of my feelings trapped in a box
Trapped in a box of pain and fear...

I look into the mirror
And all I see...

As I stare at the stars
I sit and wonder where you are...

I pass you in the hallway
You stop and stare...

The truth finally comes out
But somehow the truth hurts more than the lie...

As I stare at the shattered image staring back at...
Thinking I just can't take it anymore...

Dear Diary,
Today is the day...