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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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?