This is something I wrote right after I wrote...
I used to be so sensitive to the things you were...

Why am i such a sad girl,
Why do people hate me so...

I don't know how to express these feelings,
but I'll try the best I can...

I hate my life,
but I love this knife...

I'm almost always crying,
I'm so sick of trying...

They just don't get it,
I don't think they ever will...

This is the pain that I feel
the pain inside is just too real...

So here are my feelings,
I'll write them out to you...

No ones pain,
can be compared to mine...

Everything is so confusing,
not being able to be with you...

I hate this school
and the people in it...

This town,
this school...