You get asked where you got those scars,
You reply that they make up who you are...

Slow inside,
tension's let out...

I do not understand what you want from me.
We've what? Been together for over a year...

One day,
death will overcome me...

I hate this abandonment I feel inside,
I hate all the love that was left behind...

Oh my God!
i would have never guessed that i was depressed...

My voice is a poison,
people drop one by one...

I am hurt with a pain that is unreal,
i now crave the days when i used to feel...

I do not understand why i am hurt.
i have a boyfriend, that i love, and loves me...

All the things i believed before,
are now just cold and ignored...

Why am I here?
I want to leave...

I don't care anymore,
Hold a gun to my head...