I hate these feelings I have of alone,
But more than ever, I want to be on my own...

Sometimes I think this feeling,
Must be so unreal...

For the one dearest to my heart,
I'm not quite sure what to say...

I slit my wrists for one last time,
Watching the beads as the slide down...

*Not one of my best, but figured I'd post in and...
Sometimes I wonder if this pain is normal...

What really happened between us,
You used to be my best friend...

I hear the clattering stones of Oz,
But I cry on and never pause...

My eyes are longing, waiting to cry,
But the tears always seem to well up and die...

I know this child,
Who is not all there...

Daddy, you are my best friend,
I used to say this a long ago...

*confused at the time...*
With this pencil that I write...