Here I go again,
hitting my head, scratching my skin,
cutting my veins,
when the small lil heart breaks, growing in to a monsterous size, hide under my bed,
and come out every fortnight.

Then i can't help but break
everything I ever made. ..
I break my good habits,
I burn my hopes down to ashes. ...
and I tear my gratitude notes.
I scream and shout at the girl in the mirror, I tell her she's the ugliest thing I've ever seen,
she hears this and sees I mean it and begins to cry,
thus she looks even worse.
I tear at my hair,
I...