Hurtful lies
and an empty heart...

Foolish hearts are these of men.
Shallow souls we cannot mend...

Friends we are, friends we remain
What happened to us was it a game...

I have not only one but two types of tears
One bloody one salty which one should i fear...

Bloody wrists bloody ankles
If only you really knew what it meant...

Can I tell you about my friend?
She was amazing, she was the best...

Five items to have a perfect suicide
All five are lieing right next to my bed...

I guess I really messed up this time
But most of the stuff you heard was a lie...

People never really noice who I am
They think its a phase they are going through...

Can I huddle in a corner and tell you I'm alright?
Can I hurt myself without you knowing and tell you...

I found a friend I will never forget
One I would not trade for the world...

Mistaken angel
Demon in disguise...