I think I have to vomit, all over your fancy suit.

-I'm the fucking queen of all the weepers,

suck it bitch or leave me the fuck alone.-

Recent weeks have been a fuzzy, nasty stain on my brain. I try to drink away my sorrow, I emptied every glass and popped all the pills. I don't think there's a cure for the pain I've been undergoing the last year.

Sometimes I feel nothin', sometimes I feel everything at once. Some days feel like a thousand knives piercing my body, as if my heart was ripped out of my chest but most days are a routine of pain, a pain that is a habit. My scars itch and the new ones hurt 'cause healing is difficult in a period of inflammation.

People are strange creatures, they crawl under my skin and they tear me apart.

Recently my eyes are full of disappointment. All my friends are dead, it seems that the scene has drowned in a sea of uniforms, freaks in uniforms to me ...

When I grow up (if that day ever comes) I don't want to be like them, I refuse to ever lose my passion and desire for this life. People ask me why my tongue has become so sharp, why I feel the need to bark the way I do. I think they are afraid of the truth I'm spittin' there way.

You should all take a good look at the reflection lookin' back at you, gossip, prejudice, lies and deceit is all you seem to care for. You aren't humans to me but beasts waiting for a poor defenseless victim to slaughter.

The sharp teeth touched me deeply, but a few scars more or less ... who gives a damn.

After much doubt, I took his record and broke it ( don't get me wrong I love his band, I just hate what he did to me). I broke it like he has broken the last part of my body that believed in love. 'Cause of his dirty fingers, I loathe myself. Why would he put me in this state of mind, he's not a man he's a coward. I'm in the stage of anger, I want you to feel my pain. I hope you drown in your lies that you dressed up so pretty, I'm honest you've hurt my pride. This was a slap in the face I can't erase, it's just not okay.

Misery that is all you've given me ...

This is a tribute to the man who in my eyes just saw me as piece of entertainment, as a little blonde clown, I gave in to all his desires, and then I was left waiting. Waiting as a silly girl, being ignored but still hoping... But I've started bleeding, it started to hurt ... all I wanted was to bleed you're way.

I cry, I'm a weeper ... but I won't let the bastard get me down. I have to stand up and fight.

And if he ever has the guts to cross my path again my nails will be scraping the skin of his chest. And then I'll tear out his heart and eat it. Greedy, hurt and tough as I am.