My friends are special to me but im not special to them.

I cut to feel but what happens when even pain leaves me?

If idiots grew on trees this place would be an orchard.

Forget a therapest what you need is an exorcist.

Heavily medicated for your safety.

Im the type of girl that can watch tons of horror movies and not get scared but screams at the top of my lungs when the waffles pop out of the toaster.

"come and get me"
"youve got two legs and a heartbeat, whats stoppin you from coming to me"

If i wasnt going to Hell before, this is surely going to get me a suite.

Me: holy fuuckiin shiit!
teacher: language!
me: i believe it was English.

My heart is black, my world is grey
I wish someone would take the pain away.

-quote from my poem Heart of Black