I remember how when we first met, I was so afraid to talk to you. Once we started talking, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I'm afraid to lose you.

But you aren't even mine.

This isn't just another teenage tragedy. Usually, the girl loves the guy, but is trying to forget about him. This time, the girl loves the guy, but is afraid to admit it.

Baby...... Let's be with each other and prove the world wrong.

You wouldn't have told anybody if I died for you.

Her world is tumbling off the edge..... And all she can do is stand there as everything falls apart before her eyes.......

You tell me to call you instead of cutting, that we will halp me feel better.
But how can you make me feel better when you are they one who made me want to cut in the first place?

Cut me down and make me cry. Tell me I'm not worth it. Tell me I'm never going to make it. Call me emo...... Give me a blade and I'll fuc/king show you emo.

We stood there today, and you told me you care about me so much, and you love me. The look on your face was so sincere, I wanted so desperately to believe you. So then why are you with her?

To my parents:

Sorry that I can't be perfect like my sister. I guess I'll just never be good enough for you, because I will never change myself for someone who cant accept me as I am.

I want out of this house, this town, this state, this hell. Most of all, I just want out of this life.