Mommy, no, I don't get high
Mommy, no, I don't steal...

I want to be there 4 the girl that wakes up each...
[very old poem...

I use to be so pretty now i am scarred
i dont want to be be sliced i want you to change...

The voices in my head
i cant stop them...

Coming out to yourself is the hardest part.
god, the guilt and shame can be so overwhelming...

I may come off strong, but really I'm weak.
i may say he didn't hurt me but really you have no...

Slide the blade across your skin,
let relief flow Right in...

So much anger held inside,
you are your own prisoner...

Can you feel it,
the guilt, like a noose tied around your throat...

Sometimes I wonder
What if I had screamed louder...

My biggest fear is that I'll always be this way,
I'll never be able to change, everyday I'll find...

I wish i could cutt off every part of me that's...
[sorry kinda hate-filled i would never actually...