I just can't take hold,
Of what I have...

I walk down the street,
And ache for someone to look at me with intention...

To say how pretty I am,
People are obligated to...

I don't want to go to hell,
But I want to cut myself...

A bottle of pills lay beside him,
A death most grim...

A butterfly lands on her nose,
A beautiful stance...

Where is my home?
Why am I alone...

The laughter makes me turn,
I look at the pretty girls...

Stuck in my own reflection,
What is this place...

My love,
My life...

There is no prince charming,
There is no saving from harm...

Whenever any one displays an interest in me,
I tend to flee...