I used to be a cutter
i used to like the blood...

I burned myself today
to make sure i could feel...

This letter is to anyone.. or no one.. i don't...
i should probably be back in the hospital right...

People laugh
People cry...

Maybe i want you to see
maybe i want you to see what happens...

Maybe i want you to see
maybe i want you to know...

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

I can't live like this
It's not working out...

I'm so sick and tired
Of not being believed...

August sixteenth, two-thousand and nine.
To some, it's just one more day...

Give me your hate
Give me your fear...

Up here on Claire Island
Surrounded by family...