Every day is a harder battle,
To keep the blade from my skin.
I fight and fight but always give up,
For I can never win....

How can I expect other people to like me, if I cant even like myself?

What's the point in even tyring to be happy, if you know you're only going to get let down again?

Look Happy.
Talk Happy.
Act Happy.

Just don't let on that you're a fake.

At the end of the day, even after everything everyones done to me, the only person I really hate is myself.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You wish I were dead....
And I wish it too....

Cant seem to live,
Yet cant seem to die.
Cant seem to smile,
Yet cant seem to cry.

I sit curled up in my corner,
Wishing someone could understand.
I stand weeping all alone,
Catching tear drops in my hand...

I spy with my little eye,
A girl who wants nothing more than to die,
A girl whos giving up the fight,
A girl whos ending her life tonight,
A girl whos gonna, from this world, break free,
A girl who, Im sad to say, is me....

The tears stedily trickle down my face,
Knowing you only think of me as a disgrace.
You only critise me, and emphasize my flaws,
Im so sick of the pain and the hurt that you cause....