someone falls to pieces, someone kills the pain. spinning into silence, she finally drifts away

unplayed pianos are often by a window in a room where nobody loved goes. she sits alone with her silent song, somebody bring her home

My soul slides away, but dont look back in anger, dont look back in anger i heard you say. at least not today.

morning is mocking me.

im sick. sick of everything. sick of all the people that dont care, all the thoughts that are eating my mind, all the things that i fail at, the ugly person i am, the parents that dont understand, the fat rolling off my body, the life that im too scared of living. 

im sorry im not your once-perfect daughter anymore. im sorry i cant do anything right. im sorry im not good enough. im sorry you think this is all a big joke, that my sadness is angering you, sorry to put you through the trouble. im sorry you think i need to grow up, stop begging for attention, stop having such a negative outlook on life. dont you know i want to change? that i hate this? i dont want to be like this, dont you get that? dont you know that while you sit there yelling at me because i dont know what sadness is really like, that i just want to go upstairs and pick up the blade? stop telling me im transparent because you dont know anything about me, you only see me at my best, and you still hate me.