It Gives Me Strength To Have Somebody

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.

He Cried When I Left, Which I Find To Be Standard Male Behavior.

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

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

Nothing In My Life Has Ever Made Me Want To Commit Suicide More Than People's Reaction To My Trying To Commit Suicide.