History Written In Pencil Is Easily Erased,

And If I End Up With Blood On My Hands, Well I Know, That You'll Understand, 'cause I Fight Like A Girl.

I Still Own My Heart, Which I Know Because It Hurts So Much.

I Cut Myself Because You Wouldn't Let Me Cry. I Cried Because You Wouldn't Let Me Speak. I Spoke Because You Wouldn't Let Me Shine. I Shone Because I Thought You Loved Me.

Awareness Is The Enemy Of Sanity, For Once You Hear The Screaming, It Never Stops.

It Is Not Seen As Insane When A Fighter, Under An Attack That Will Inevitable Lead To His Death, Chooses To Take His Own Life First. In Fact, This Act Has Been Encouraged For Centuries, And Is Accepted Even Now As An Honorable Reason To Do The Deed. How Is It Any Different When You Are Under Attack By Your Own Mind?