She hates always being sad
she hates always crying...

What's the point
with fakin love...

I secretly ask myself
is this for real...

I wrote this in October of 2004.. and am just...
for all the empty emotions...

All these mixed emotions
running through my head...

The little girl
sits just there...

She's in her room
with the blade to her wrist...

Todays the day
i say my goodbye...

As i sit at home
with the blade on my mind...

Tonight i cut once more
right up my breast...

I keep my pain
deep inside my heart...

Kinda long but i think well worth the read
people are always asking me...