I want to to stop eating.
I want to stop speaking.
I want to stop breathing.

But I'm scared someone will notice, and do something stupid, like save me.

She paints a pretty picture,
But her story has a twist.
Her paintbrush is a razor
And the canvas is her wrist.

I slit my wrists
I hope to die
So I no longer
Have to cry.

Twinkle twinkle little star, 
Let me get hit by a car.
Promise I won't scream or hide,
I'm already dead inside.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
Thought I'd never get this far...