• Here Comes A Thought •

• My Last Words •

I'm not the same girl that you used to know
I'm not the same girl that used to laugh and smile
I'm the girl that cries herself to sleep
I'm the girl that's afraid of getting beat
I'm the girl that's afraid of living but not afraid of dying
"Come on, be happy"
"Can't you see I'm trying?"

I've cut open my wrists and broadcasted my pain
I want them to know how much I've suffered
They need to know that this is for my emotional gain
All the scars and the tears
All the pent of agony shoved down my chest for these years
Just to earn a smile on someone else's face
While I wish that my pencil written life could be erased

I know you want the old me back
I know you want me in a good college's halls
But damn it, mom and dad
I'm stapling suicide notes up on these bloody walls
You won't get me back
Depression has won
I'm sorry
I'm done.