Sticks and stones may break my bones and tear my skin apart, but no one can hurt me like you did because you broke my heart.

He is my everything.
But I guess that means I have nothing.
He isn't mine.

When I ask myself 'Can I trust anyone?' I seem to tell myself 'How can I trust anyone if I can't even trust myself?'. Then I realize my life just seems to be a lie.

You controlled my past, screwed up my present, but you have no power over my future.

I'm gonna draw a picture, a picture with a twist. I'll draw it with a razor blade, I'll draw it on my wrist. As I draw this picture, a fountain will appear. As this fountain flows, my problems disappear

I want to end my life. It would be a relief to just let go of everything. Nothing is worth this pain.

She writes her story on her wrist for the whole damn world to see, but no one really seems to care

A girl with her world falling of the edge..... and it's not coming back.....

He had a book he would hold with pride, a little red cover with a broken spine, on the back he hand wrote a quote inside, "When the rich wage war it's the poor that die."

I hate those people who walk around pretending to know me. No one can know the real me inless they get inside my head, a place of darkness and torture. They don't know me. They don't know I'm dying to be who I am.