I need help. Fast. I'm to ashamed to ask. I think...
*Diary entry, true story...

My blood is red,
My skin is blue...

Reasons,
To live, and to die...

Headaches can be caused
By a loud sound or alarm...

Secretly I die.
Every pain left behind...

Shoulders shake
The ground quakes...

I hear your footsteps when I walk.
I hear your voice when I talk...

Someone has died.
No one saw it coming...

She sat there crying.
She decided her own fate...

Save me from the poison
Of my own tears...