Thank you for being there,
when i needed you...

As i hold this knife,
in my hand...

Each scar represents a tale,
a tale of life and fear...

Remembering the days when you were happy,
but now you've taken that fall...

Door creeks,
Eyes open wide...

Dear everyone,
i\'m sorry for everything i\'ve done...

I don't no how to love,
don't no how to hate...

I want to tell you,
how i feel...

At night when i go to bed,
all i think about is what is in my head...

Why cant i talk to people,
when the ask me if i am ok...

I need a normal teenage life,
not one filled with pain...

These pills,
all lined up in a row...