I smile, I laugh, I'm happy. Do I have to be anyone else to be loved? Do I have to change?

Why can't anyone accept that I think these things? That I think of suicide, death, murder, rape, depression? JUST BECAUSE I THINK ABOUT IT, DOESN'T MEAN I WILL COMMIT. I write becasue it helps. Do you feel the same?

The rope of my relationship is breaking
He says that he doesn't want it to break
He says he doesn't want to lose me
The rope is breaking
I can't help that I want to lose myself
I'm sick of all the lies that is our love
The rope is broken

Suicide is what you make of it

To hurt or to be hurt

I want to hurt

I already hurt

Suicide is my decision

And this is what I make of it

D ecide to die
E verytime I cry
A nother breath wasted
T omorrows tears tasted
H aunted, I cry

I mpossible thoughts
S o much haunts

H unted to die
E verytime I cry
R emorse won't arrive
E vermore, I won't thrive

Hands fist tight
Last words of tonight
Blade's gliding
Blade's falling
Across a wrist that's bare
Spilling blood to make it fair
Making tears, making scars
I'm hidden behind home made bars
Lost in a blade
Till depression fades

S ome make life
U ntil we see
I see
C aught beyond
I nfinte pain
D one with it
E vermore

I am depression
S o I die

M any turn away
Y ou are one

E nough
N ever to cry
D ecide now
I 'm gone
N ever there
G one

I
Am
N O T H I N G

I can't make the world whole. I can't stop the pains or problems.

I
Mean
N O T H I N G

No one loves me, I am alone

I
Am
N O T H I N G

I
Am
A L O N E

To hope that everything will be ok is foolish. Don't believe what you have to. Believe what you want. It's you who has the power to decide your own future and thoughts. No one else.

Truth is only what is driven by fact and fiction. Truth is not always what is right or what you want, but its there. My truth is that I'm depressed. My truth is I want to hurt. Now you truth. Do you like this or not?