I cut my wrist
it numbs the pain...

In my mind
a revelation to my mind...

I carry these books
holding my life...

She hides her feelings away from her mother,
afraid of what she might say...

She is lonely
even though you can't tell...

I started again...
the drugs, the cutting...

I wouldn't look if I was you
broken by the years...

Beauty casts in shadows
to be locked away for eternity...

She struggles to be free
free from life and misery...

You may take away my smiles
you may take away my words...

My story is dark and hated
no one ever seems to care...

Something primitive as if your voice called me
in languages I hadn't heard before...