What you see is not what you get
Trust the words...

The chick you see,
With the plastic smiles and the so called...

You kiss me, I'll kiss you back. You laugh, I'll...

I'm writing this poem for a signal of help,
Or maybe I'm writing it to re-assure myself...

Does anybody wonder why I'm scared,
Can they even realize I've been there...

Feeling the Devil stroke my hair,
Seeing my heart sink into despair...

I just want to die,
I just want to scream and cry...

Kill now,
Or forever hold you're heart in it's broken...

I'm ok babe,
So don't worry...

Me being weak,
Its ok for others...

I'm not a goth,
I'm not an emo...

I wont eat,
Not tonight...