Fine.
I never loved you.
You never hurt me.
I never cried because of you.
I never cut because of you.
I'm perfectly ok.
..... Are those the lies you want to hear?

Ever find yourself sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth, holding a knife in your hands and shaking so bad you can't even feel the pain?

The assumption is that the alternative to self-injury is "acting normally," but on the contrary, the alternative to self-injury is total loss of control and possibly suicide. It becomes a forced choice from among limited options.

Baby, when I'm with you, I don't even feel the pain.......

Baby, as I walk away, just remember, I could have been the best thing you ever had.

I want to let go but I can't. I want to hold on but it hurts. You are the one I love, but you are with her. Yet you say you love me? How am I supposed to believe that?

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.

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."

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

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