Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty. I want a life. Like a broken and dusty toy, worthless, I destroyed my past life. I hated it. And now, I think I need another one. No, no; really, I don't need another one. I live a new life... sort of... But sometimes seems that was a terrible mistake. Everybody hates me. Or at least, I think so. I dunno. Year by year I'm more insecure. More unstable. I should stop to be a "when i grow up" person and show the pride that my efforts turned into my true will instead hate myself and want to die with teen spirit. I'd like to choose my path my also called life. No father to command my useless. Death sentence. Who called me guilty? What was my crime? Which one? A kid which never had a childhoold; and she was so responsable. Just a little girl whose parents... I do as I please, my parents say. I have all I want, my parents say. And my father tells again when he was my age and he has to study and work on blahblahblahblah. My mother doesn't say anything. She knows about me enough to. And the sadness while I'm violently depressed is more than I can stand. No-one is here and close, I always uncover my loneliness late at night. Eyedrops burn on my innocence's funeral when my dreams collapsed. Near the graveyard, moonlight extract shines from a silvered gun. My sighs damages the silence like bullets go through cotton. OMG. WTF. Dammit, I changed again.