Cut right through my skin,
Slit a line in my wrist...

Before you leave us all behind,
Remember what we've done...

And how many times have we followed this path,
How many times have we said we would change...

I was all hair and makeup,
Talked of clothes and jewelry...

How did this happen?
Who on Earth or up above...

Silver dagger
Carving skin...

A light quickly approaching,
Moving faster and faster...

My mother hates my attitude,
My father hates my clothes...

You know, at one point in time (and I do mean that...
*for Dedra, who told me that this journal entry...

*song lyrics that I wrote...they sound really good...
Silver moon...

Life:
Everyone has it...

How many times have I
Looked into your eyes...