This one of those hardest things i ever have to...
Cause my mom and I are close to each other like...

Time for me to write my own HISstory,
Filling every page and chapter about me...

On this cold dusty floor i lay,
Crying cuz I'm fed of what people have to say...

Here i hide behind these closet doors,
To not show myself forever more...

You were so mean to me,
your words and action weren't that very nice at...

I don't know why I let myself into this...
I let you hit me whenever you please...

" holding the weight of earth is a lot of...
but if I drop it I'll live in vain...

She was and bruised,
by the man she thought she love...

May god take me away,
I no longer want to see the light of day...

Yet so soft as a cotton,
fragile as glass...