I want it so bad I can taste it. The pain and then, the numbness. I can see the blood flow. I can feel the razor bite. I want to so bad, but I shouldn't. Its like an addiction. I don't want to cut up my legs, I want to cut up my wrists.

One little cut and I won't have to feel anymore. I'll be free of this. I won't want to cry and I won't want to die because I'll be dead. I won't have to worry about all of this and I'll be okay, for good.

I'm breaking. I am shattering. I can't stop it. I'm sorry everyone. Please understand. I love you all, but I need to disapper. I need to hide. You can try and come find me, I wish you all the best of luck.

Does a bruised heart still beat? Does a wounded soul still heal?

My passions are my strengths and weaknesses.

I am never truly calm, even in my sleep, fore my passions are endless.

Life can change in a flash. Without you ever knowing it.

We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less.

The memory of your eyes will forever be with me.

The blood from my wrists will stain your soul forever.