Mom this is to you
its nothing but true...

Here i am, with my parents
At the dinner table...

They all Wonder
They all are Staring...

Is it just me, or does it hurt to breath?
Hurt to see whats right in front of me...

I need someone
to help me when i cry...

It seems as all the good things
now turn into pain...

Its kinda longish, please read it all and if you...
i can tell this is another night...

Emotions, disturbing
this weak heart of mine is hurting...

Nothing but broken
empty inside...

You got into smoking
I got into drugs and drinking...

So i went to far..
way to far down this street...

Dear razor blade..
i cant take this anymore...