You were always there for me,
when I really needed you to be...

Dear Diary.
I overdosed today...

I'm sick of this self-doubt,
and tired of always being left out...

There is no cure for this disease,
the door's right here, but I have no keys...

I don't want to sound crazy,
but somethings taking over me...

As I sit here thinking,
Looking at pictures of you...

I wasn't trying to ruin anything,
wasn't lying just to hear the phone ring...

When you depend on what happened in the past,
and you think the love you feel now, will never...

Sick of all the torment, and life's cruel themes,
I've lost the meaning of life...