I cut my wrist
it numbs the pain...

I bleed for every night
I bleed straight through the night...

Day by day... life passes by
month by month... I do not cry...

I get caught up
and my mind becomes clear...

Even the concrete rose
has a life that is torn...

In my mind
a revelation to my mind...

Looking in the mirror
to find my invisible face...

I cannot sleep
so I cannot dream...

Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep...

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...