I'm fed ud of life,
and the way everyone treats me.
You think I act like this,
because everyone else does.
So, so dark.
So different.
And my only excuse now is,
everyone does.
But, I can't take it no longer.
Take me seiously!
Hold your ars around me when I feel the pain.
Hold your arms around me,
the pain wont go away.
It's still here,
when I'm alone in my room,
I hear the voices,
Of people getting tortured, fighting, hit, shot, killed.
People who aren't happy.
My stepmom went to the doctor today.
She's going to find some psychologist help for me.
I haven't ever tried that before.
Right now I'm willing to try anything,
just to get those voices away.

Bye my friends.
I've came to care for you.
Like you.
We've cried.
Laughed.
Been together.
Now my time has come to say goodbye.
I think I'll do it easy.
Cut my rist,
or throat.
Hang myself if the psychologist doesn't help.
I am just a small girl.
Under pressure.
I can't take the pressure no more.

Then we
cross the ocean
carried by
stubborn waves under
the song of whales.
And the ocean floats
calmly in over the bridge.