Tear my hair out; just don't know what's happening anymore.

Turn the music up on my ipod so that I can't hear the voices.

Look for my scissors and can't find them so I scream.

Just want to feel something, just want to feel pain.

Want to tell the truth; want to hear no lies,

but the words coming out of my mouth

are anything but the real reality.

And watch the words on the

page come together in a

perfect point and wish

that everything was

as perfect as the

point on the