She pulls her hair over her face, so insecure inside. she needs to know if she's beautiful, sitting in her corner ; crying over him. so insecure inside. she is hurt on the inside, but she shows it with the scars left on her wrists. so insecure inside.

Your gun, my head, you shoot, I’m dead.

I took a wrench to my chest, cracked all my ribs, let the blood run all over my hands.

If you lose the key to my heart,
don't worry, just knock, i'll let you in

Cut the skin to the bone
Fall asleep all alone
Hear your voice in the dark
Lose myself in your eyes
Choke my voice, say goodnight
As the world falls apart

Press and pull
Release this pain
It doesn’t even matter
If I hit the vein

Break my skin, make me scream.
Sink so deep, make me weep.
Cut my flesh, make me bleed.
Take my life, set me free, My razor Blade

People dont die from suicide,
they die from sadness...
for once, instead of telling me the reasons
why i shouldnt cry...pay attention to the
reason why i actually am

Im looking for somone who'll let the light back in. someone to make me smile again .. someone who can fill this emptiness inside of me .. and to put the pieces back together.

She doesn't want to admit it, but she needs help... desperately.