I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really for music, do ya?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah . . .


I had an appointment with my psychologist today. My. New. Psychologist. Named Yvonne. Well. She's persistent, I'll give her that. She's currently "getting to know me", apparently, which I really don't...

Afraid to leave the house
I hate to hear what they say
But I guess it's true
Because I believe it all now too
They tell me I'm worthless
That I need to kill myself
What they don't know is that I'm close to doing that my own
I don't need their encouragement
I cut my wrist to show the pain that words cannot describe
To show how much i hate myself on my own body
They don't know I do it or that I starve myself and throw up hoping...

A razor down my wrist
As I give night one sweat last kiss
My room is dark, my music blasts
No one hears my sobs
I get lightheaded and feel my body hit the floor
My bones break...
I'm now so fragile, so small
I realize the blood now...
I'm in a puddle of it
For a moment I am terrified
But then I realize this is what I want...
To free everyone from me
To get away from this horrible place
My life is gone... I am free of...