It must kill you knowing that I care less about myself than I ever.
But, what else do I have to lose; I've lost every thing that promised forever.
The cries for help on my wrists begin to fade.
Because no longer to I seek for aid.
If i died tonight.
That'd be alright.
But I want everyone to come to know the monster they have created.
I slip a drug or fifty into my being; which in the past I so desperately hated.
Lets sit down have this talk about me now.
I kick and scream at night wondering how?
Why did the little girl with a big heart get destroyed in this line of war.
In the bay all you see is blood and while water runs red my body is on shore.
I no longer am able to care.
I'm the living example of life's not fair.
