I went to the clinic,
they told me everyting would be ok...

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

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

How can i survive,
when i feel like i'm dead...

Dear family,
to my auntie...

I want to take a pillow,
and put it over my head...

All my life i have,
disapointed you...

I am sitting here in a pool of darkness,
afraid to open my eyes...

Dear mum
dont let dad treat you like dirt...

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

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

I slice the blade across my arm,
many would call this self harm...