Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a reality and mind set of my own?
A place that I can call my own.
A place that makes sence yets makes sence very little at all?

He thinks she's pretty.
He thinks she's attractive.
He thinks she's beautiful.
He thinks highly of her.
He loves the outline of her perfect body.
He loves the way she laughs and the whites of her smile.
She's the girl he would **** to be with.
She's the girl he's not afraid to be seen in public with.
And me?
Well, I'm just me.
He doesn't think twice.
I'm the girl who's ugly.
I'm the girl with the crooked smile and the slightly tinted teeth.
I'm the girl he hopes to never see again.
He doesn't see the beauty in me.
He sees the girl with a obnoxious laugh.
A girl who's really fat.
I'm not worthwhile.

Over and over I tell myself to stop.
Everythings ok, everythings alright.
But now its to late.
It occupies my mind.
My heart feels like a thousands knifes.
I'm flooded with thoughts, that I can't deal with hardly at all, especially on my own.
I have this one person I'm bound to call.
She's my world, shes like my home.
Shes my best friend.

I write when I'm depressed.  It's what I do.

Your stuck in my head and you shouldnt be and it's ******* kiling me.

Over and over I tell myself to stop.
Everythings ok, everythings alright.
But now its to late.
It occupies my mind.
My heart feels like a thousands knifes.
It hurts inside.

I can't explain how I feel.
I just want to numb my pain.
I want the feelings gone.
I want the thoughts in my head to fade.
Again and again I repeat.