Weakly She Types
Staring At The Screen...
The perfect teenage girl
The one with all the friends...
I'm a cut, cut, cutter
the pain just feels so good...
This time the cut is too deep
Watching blood begin to seep...
Heart ache
Tear falls...
You called me an angel, there must be a twist
I'v not seen an angel with scars on her wrists...
All I want for Christmas are Friends
someone who can help me through the bends and...
Written about a month ago..
I can't deal with these feelings...
I sit here stitching up the tatters of my soul
Try to repair this ripped and shredded heart...
Panic rush is in my body,
slowly over coming my mind and soul...
I cut myself again today
I couldn’t help it...
Dear Diary I'm hurting again
I can't take this much more...