I miss you already.

I'm lost inside myself. I'm trapped. I'm held captive by demons that tell me that killing myself would be a good thing.

I'm done crying. I'm so sick of trying.

If I could change who I was do you think I'd still be this way?

Inside I'm a mess. Outside I'm hideous. There's no words to describe who I am as a person.

I lost my voice. I have no way to speak up for myself. I can't tell you how much it hurts.

I can only keep quiet for so long before I explode.

I should be used to the pain by now.

I don't know who I am anymore.

As long as I have you I know I can beat this darkness.