I promised I would stop,

I threw them all away but one,

I break my promises,I reak my skin.

 

Once, twice, three times four,

Then I'm to five,

I feel th tears begin t strea,

 

Six, am I beatiful yet?

Seven, am Istill a *****?

Eight, why cant I be happy?

 

Nine, whats wrong with me?

Ten, wat have I done?

Eleven, why do I have to suffer?

 

Twelve, wh does no on like me?

Thirteen, why did he have to die why not me?

Fourteen, why cant i be like her?

 

Fifteen, w am I so sad all the time?

Sixteen. why have I don th to myself again?

Noting has changd...I'm not any different

just a persn wt scars and stories I'll never tell.