Bitter taste,
blood in mouth...

This is it,
the end...

I always thought it a little strange that we were...

He says nothing,
but with a kiss...

The razor, placed firmly in my delicate hand. I'm...

I hate people, that only talk to you to criticize...

Disguised,
lingering...

Screams,
no sound...

Stare into the night,
shout to the wind...

The cuts getting deeper,
when the knife is pushed farther...

I'm invisible,
I'm the one you cant see...

\"Being perfect is not about that scoreboard...
I didn\'t write this but one of my friends did and...