All the eyeliner in this world could not even begin to hide this pain behind my eyes…

_Me and my old best friend came up with this a couple of weeks ago_

Why did I have to be the one to find you on the bathroom floor, holding a razor in one hand and trying to stop the blood with the other…?

I'm not afraid of dying...I'm just afraid of how much longer I have to be alive...

I told him I wanted to spend time with him before I left. He said he was too busy and that we'd hang out as soon as I got back...little did he know that when I said I was leaving, I knew I would never be coming back...

Will I ever be anything more than a face from your past or would you rather I remain nothing at all to you anymore?

The only thing I regret in the end is never letting you take the blame for what happened...I always just blamed it on myself to make others happy...

I don't drink, I don't cut, I don't get high for fun. I drink, I cut, and I get high to forget about what you've done.

The only way you can tell I'm hurting is when you see the cuts and scars up and down my wrists. But if I always covered them up, you'd never see beyond my cheerleading outfit and you'd never know I'd want to die like this.

Don't promise me you'll be there when times get rough because I know you'll leave me once you get enough of what you want...

...This time around, you wont see me begging for forgivness on my hands and knees...because this time around I won't take the blame you've always put on me...F^CK YOU!!!