Slit my wrists
Slit them deep...

I can't concentrate
I can't sit still...

Baggy clothes and makeup
Hide my once flawless body...

Holding it in and bleeding it out
thats what my life's all about...

I don't need medication
For sadness is not a disease...

I drank to be witty- and I became a boor
I drank to be a good dancer- and it made me...

I need you to know
I'm up through the night...

When I was a child
I had so many dreams...

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

I finally understand
what's wrong with me...

I tried
I couldn't make it deep enough...

I had brain surgery 6 years ago
it ruined my life...