It seems so unfair that i have 2 look at you from...
I cant come to close, I cant come 2 near...

Riding Bikes,Climbing trees, broke bones, scrpaed...
Icecream cones, choclate bars, gummie bears, sweet...

It's Time 2 stop.
Stop the feeling so sad and drop this blade from...

I\'ve Been Waiting By the Phone for the past three...
Still no call and so many horrible things seem to...

Cutting myself again..
you cant believe it well it's true...

** i didnt know were 2 put this poem so i put it...
I'm a cigarette ready 2 burn...

Sittin here in a world of hate..
the only thing dat happens in da streets is ya...

I cut places so no one can see..
i hide the cuts and scars away...

Nobody understands..
my mom is so blind she dont even see my own pain...

If only he could hear me cry and see all these...
he doesnt know how bad it hurts cuz i lied...

* sorry so long*
I'm sick of this world it's all hate and pain...

At first it was something i kept hid, but feelings...
you listened, you understood...