I know what it's like to want to die, how it hurts to smile, how u try to fit in but u cant, how u hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the pain on the inside

I know it's bad for me, I know I shouldn't, but I still can't help myself. I drag that blade across my skin every night, hoping that this time it will be enough. That this time it will all finally be over

Death must be great, because no one has come back from it

The only wrong thing would be to deny what your heart truly feels

Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.