I want to make the pain stop. But the only way to do that is to hurt you.

I called out for help. I reached out to you. But you pushed me away. You knew I was too proud to ask again. But I wasn’t your problem, so you didn’t care.

I used to fight the pain, but I have given up. Given in. I let it win.

I carved "HELP" into my arm, but you don't see, beacuse you don't want to help me.

I hate you for loving me, but hate myself more for hurting you.

Happiness is the route of all evil. That makes me one of the good few. I am not happy with what lifes given me, but I will not change it. You can do nothing to cure depression, it will go when its ready.

Why do people make such a big deal about every thing? So I've been cutting myself for years, them just asking me stupid questions isn't going to help! They ask me 'why?' ARE THEY BLIND?

I dont know why people make such a big deal about death, they know it's coming, there is nothing they can do about it. Why do the kid themselves? Why do they think they will live forever?

We are born, live a short and pointless life, then die. Why do we put up with such crap?