I'm going to smile like nothings wrong, talk like everything is perfect and pretend it's not hurting me...

Is it ok that i slit my wrist?
No

Is it ok that i drink to forget?
No

Is it ok that i want to kill you?
No

Is it ok if i want to be dead?
Yes

I don't see the fuking point in living this so called life anymore!!

Are we alive? or just breathing?

Some things are just harder to say to your face.

Could this finally be my last night of life?

Shattered glass in my wrist.

One moment of my overdose stays in my head, climbing the stairs, then falling..reaching the top sitting outside your bedroom and still you don't hear my screams....

And still the tears roll down my face

It's been several minutes since you last hurt me...