• Do you want to know a secret journal...?
    Do you want to hear my tragic tale...?
    Well I haven't one that I can give you...
    Because even in that I seem to fail...

    But here I'll tell you something simple...
    Here is what I find I feel...
    Today my soul began to fade and...
    I found that I wasn't real...

    Want to hear something that's funny?
    Want to learn something that's strange?
    Today something happened and I—
    I found out that I am deranged!

    I cut myself and blood spilled out
    The pain was sort of suffocating
    But I didn't scream or cry or shout
    I simply sat there contemplating

    What if, Journal, I was to die?
    Fall cold and lifeless on this floor
    What if I were to say goodbye?
    And simply say, “I care no more”

    And, Journal, then I was confused
    I found I really liked the thought
    But how about instead of cutting
    How about it was a shot

    'Cause, Journal, I found I was dying
    But not from blood loss, not by gun
    Instead I realized I was crying
    And found I felt the urge to run

    “Run from what?” You may be asking
    And even as you ask I cry
    I wrap my arms around my stomach
    As I feel, inside me, my soul die

    "I should have known." I say to myself
    As twisted laughter leaves my lips
    The laughter turns into a scream
    And in my clutches, my life rips

    As my soul is taken hold of and
    Torn away from my paling skin
    I turn to glass and then I shatter
    Like a broken doll of porcelain