I am an untitled piece of art
I am beautiful, yes...

I Cut myself again,
leaving blood stains on my shirt...

Whispered Words
Tortured Gaze...

She... (Put this word in front of every sentence)
Wants to give up, to die, to burn...

I hope you're happy,
when the day is done...

Do you ever get that feeling that
no matter what you do you just can't hack it...

I hope you find the sunshine
on a rainy day...

My heart is breaking,
hurting more than it ever has...

It's called a lullaby
so innocent and sweet...

Hollow
Hurting...

You hold a vase in your hands,
delicate, breakable...

Shoot me in the head
and watch me bleed outside...