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I'll never be able to give back exactly what you gave me. You saved my life, in more ways than one, I think everyone can see. You mean the world ..

Everytime I come around, your smile turns into a frown. But when she comes, you smile again, and I fade into the background. Everyime I try to ta..

I've been living in this little hole. Now i'm crawling out and taking control. Digging my nails into the dirt, escaping my prison beneath the earth..

Spinning, spinning, spinning around, Falling, falling to the ground. I break and shatter, crack and crumble. A wonderful thing, really- A blessin..

If you were me, they'd hate you. If you were me, no-one would care. If you were me, you'd cry and scream and hate. If you were me, you'd try ..

What is death like? You can ask me. I can tell you. It's nothing special, really. First, you feel a sense of everything going numb. Then cold. A..

- This one's about how I generally felt while living with my mother and her boyfriend.-

I'm on the sidelines, dark and out of sight. You don't see me. But I see you. They see you smile, laughing, alive. But I can see the real you. ..

The snow is falling on my face. And covering my body on the ground... I can't get up; I'm paralyzed. Stuck here in this place. The ground around ..

Let the sun take my soul. Let the night hide my face. Let the wind erase my body from all exsistance. I do not belong here, you know that it's tru..