These scars make me beautiful; my wounds help me heal. All this pain that I'm feeling is totally real. I'm acting all day and crying all night; for some terrifying reason this is starting to feel right. If they notice I lose the thing that keeps me alive and because they don't, I'm dying inside. No one can know. How could I tell? I don't care if I go to hell. My tears coat my pillow; my blood covers my sheets. How do you never seem to hear my weep? My stomach is churning; I'm starting to feel sick. Someone, please come and help me! Quick! I cut too deep; I'm slipping down. Pretty soon I'll be in the ground. Goodbye family, goodbye friends. I've loved you all, until the end.