I need the rain to stop so the sun can come out.

If I show you who I really am.. You won't like me anymore.

I only show the real me when I cry

Isn't it funny that someone tells you their your friend...and then talk behind your back and stabs you right in the back?

Is it wrong to make yourself black out so I don't have to be here?

You will never know who I am... I don't even know..

Thin enough cuts that it looks like a paper cut..all because of knives

The more you push the blade in your skin and bleed, the less you feel emotionally.

& her problems don't seem to fade away after she cries.

& its raining every night on my pillow when I start wondering if I should be here.