Jan 25, 2008 02:14
Renee waits for the morning sun to rise
She's in the corner, she cries
Because all she focuses on are the lies
Renee sits against the wall
Using razorblades to stop it all
This is as far as she needs to fall
To realize she needs help
To be saved from herself
*This is Renee Yohe's story
The story of a girl that doesn't care anymore
She's not like she was beforee
Addiction, depression, and attempted suicide
Have all taken their part in shaping her life
They've all taken their part in writing her this story
Vodka is strong on her breath
No one can help but think
That she's getting closer to death
Renee locks herself in her closet
Breathing in as much
Of the fairy dust
As she possibly can
Before the night is up
*
renee yohe,
to write love on her arms,
twloha