Wherever you are,
Whatever you're doing...

I love you,
And I'm so happy to...

How many people had to stop thier mothers killing...
How many people have been sexually abused by thier...

Nobody hears me cry at night,
Nobody even knows...

Alone for a while
i've been searching through the dark...

Imagine something bad,
imagine something mortifying, something gruesome...

When I was just a little girl,
my mother used to tell me these crazy things...

I know I had a part to play,
I know I caused some pain...

I look back at us,
Healthy...

Dead is the winter,
Cold is the air...

There is no limit to my pain
I write...

I know, you can only
be pretty on the outside...