 | I see her, but she doesn't see me.... I talk to her...but she doesn't answer me What does this all mean to me.... A time at my house...with the razor I cried... I put it to my wrist and slowly slice through smooth skin and the blood just trickles down my arm... I always think y do I do this.... and now I see y... That beautiful, florescent girl is y.... All I would give is for her just to talk to me...or even look at me... but that will never happen...y??...cuz its all just a dream....and I hope to wake up! |  |