The blood down the bath makes me want to use the blade even more

I hit this elastic band against my wrist hoping the addiction of cutting will go away

My heart is like paper.. It can be ripped into two pieces, but can never be put back together

Stop asking me questions,
and just let my
cutting and throwing up,
tell you what I cannot

All I want for one night is one night where I don't stay up crying till I fall asleep

There's a girl in my mirror, crying and there's nothing I can do to make her feel alright.

Should I smile because you lied to me or should I smile because you hid the truth from me?

When I tell people the truth, why do they think I'm lying?

I don't need permission.. I can make my own decisions

Perfect lies from a perfect hate