I feel like pulling my hair out
and truly want to shout...

I know times have been hard for you and you feel...
But start looking up and stop wanting to die...

When i was 6 things were great
bad things just drifted away...

When it's my time to go
I'll still be in your dreams...

Your in heaven, it's good your their
The world is sad, bad and hard to bare...

Our Grandma is so special its true
You know that we'd do anything for you...

Sometimes its all so amazing
the world thats all around me...

Its really addictive
and hard to stop...

Pulling out my hair, biting my nails
as Ive just been on the weighing scales...

People don't understand me
i wish they'd look and see...

I woke up early one morning
to find that everyone was gone...

I cant stop thinking about suicide
i wish it would go away...