I'm The Only One Sitting Alone, Under

Why Are You Being So Mean?" "friends Tell Friends The Truth." "yeah, But Not To Hurt, To Help.

I Cry To Let Everything Out

I Reach For Funny Books All The Time To Help Me Get Through Life.

He Says A Million Things Without Saying A Word. I Have Never Heard A More Eloquent Silence.

I Open A Paperclip And Scratch It Across The Inside Of My Left Wrist. Pitiful. If A Suicide Attempt Is A Cry For Help, Then What Is This. A Whimper, A Peep? I Draw Little Window Cracks Of Blood, Etching Line After Line Until It Stops Hurting.