Painted a picture, but its got a tiny twist,
its been painted on my wrist...

I push the razor in
so deeply in my skin...

My eyes are crying...
Inside I feel like dieing...

This is what I wrote after my mom and my friends...
i hate when you people say i'm doing better...

These scars are just reminders of what I...
Those drugs are just an escape from everything...

I havent ate all day
I’m slipping into my old way...

Life gets better, you say.
What the f-uck do you know anyway...

You found her lying on her bed,
You knew with one look, she was dead...

So many reasons why I cry,
Hold my blanket over my closed eyes...

My god has finally gone
He has left me to be as Satin’s spawn...

Cast a spell
upon my knife...

You took away her innocence
and left not a trace of evidence...