These are songs and poems I wrote, they don't always rhyme, but at first I didn't plan to post them. If you don't like 'em, I don't want to know, I don't even care, so don't even comment if you don't like it.

So, you know me, Gabrielle, the girl that self-harmed. You've read the fake ending of my story, but you might be wondering what truly happened. There was no hospital, no party, no restaurant. The only thing that was true was the wish. But what came after the scratching was something, something big, something you might want to know.

She's young, she's strong, but she still breaks down. She always listens, she's always obeying, never rebelling. She's a good student, she helps others, she helps herself. She has one wish, one wish, nothing more, nothing less, she wants it so bad. She never told anyone what she wanted, no one ever asked her, so she didn't tell.