I lay in my bed thinking of deaths delight.
Closing my eyes i drift off without a fright...

I cry at night when alone,
I burry my head into the pillow...

Is this a dream of whats to be?
slitting...

Once a happy young girl,
full of joy and happiness...

No more worries,
for you...

My wish has come true,
i took the knife...

Warm flesh covered
in blood...

My head rest on my arms,
as i sit in my darkened room...

Smiles and laughs
are a thing of my past...

Longing to be free,
grows stronger each day...

I sit and stare at screen,
remember all of the more joyful things...