Am I lost? Weaken and pained? I want to sing when you die, breathe and love. But I can't when I am so alone with out you. So cry for me, just three little tears that fall on your heartless sleeve.

I shall ****. I shall cry and I shall shed blood. Nothing can stop me now. Not anymore will this innocent girl be nice and loving. Now. Shall be this monster I want to become. So loved with the thin lives of ****** people.

You'll still see this pretty, funny little girl. But deep down this monster is planning it own plan for my demise. Hanging on by a thread, breaking everyday. Getting thinner and thinner. Crying till the monster had its fill of misery. Being tired all time cause the monster in me doesn't like me to rest at all.

I must ask a question to whom this might trigger interest in this, will you help me find peace within my white line dreams?