I don't have very many childhood memories
But the ones I do have, aren't happy...

Laura talks to people
that no one else can hear...

Jesus, please help me
I need you tonight...

**kk, so there are really 2 versions of this poem...
broken down...

I go to my secret hiding place
Upstairs in my room...

Take my sadness
take my shame...

Another blood stained towel
another cut to hide away...

It's getting so hard
It's much worse at night...

Yeah, I f-cked it up
so? what else is new...

I'm breathing on my own
they say I'm not quite dead...

Razor Blades
There are worse addictions...

I know that I can do this
God will pull me through...