There's no one to talk to
no one ever there...

Everytime i think of you
i take another slash...

I want it to stop
i want to lose it all...

It's boring
in this room...

I hate preps
they make me want to cry...

I want people to see
what i wrote...

Today in english
i had to write in my journal...

I want it to stop
i want to lose it all...

Why am i different
whydoes it have to be me...

Why do you think
that im anorexic...

Why do you question
the way i am...

I do my best
I try my hardest...