the dagger pierced my heart deep...
my crimson blood now seeps...
the emptyness echos in my head...
i will not lie , somedays i wish i was dead...
an invisable knife held to my throat...
my inner demon there to gloat...
who is this wicked person i've become...
my mind,body ,and soul cold and numb...
a false smile on my face...
perfected with precision and grace...
i am surrounded by those who claim to be my friend...
but, will they be here in the end...
i do not want pity or for you to feel sorry for me...
i am telling you who i am truly...
i have good days i have bad...
most days i am sad...
this is shelly this is me...
if you don't like it you can't like shelly...
so for those of you who read and stay...
you'll remain in my heart until my dying day...
