The razor cuts my skin
the pain dissapears within
you feel like giving in
it's all caving in
the lights get dim
i think the razors gonna win

Iam a fake
a disguise,
i hide
from my mistakes

from my poem "please help" can you please comment
thanxs

You say you care
and yet you're never there
when i'm having a bad day
you just pretend and walk away

I can feel us slipping away and there's nothing i can say to change what's gonna happen today

I've had a rough day
i cut my wrist
i'll watch it bleed
the last memory of me
will be the lipstick kiss
on the mirror

Is it possible to die from a broken heart??

Under my fake smile
and light green eyes,
you will find
that really inside
i'm a lonely and scared child

You saw me laugh, you saw me smile,
[who'd have thought I'd commit suicide?]

from my poem, my suicide, check it out! (plz)

Into the mirror she stared,
and wondered, did any-one even cared?
"No,' she heard the little voice say,
she went through this torture every day.

from my poem, the little voice, please comment, it means a lot to me

I don't know what to do,
i wish it was knew to me
i love you,
but you'll never see