You can say she's overreacting all you want... But your opinions are no match for the cuts on her wrists or the burns on her arms...

T.G.R.

You don't have the power, nor the right, to send anyone to hell, but yourself.

T.G.R.

God loves me, and that's the ONLY love I need to get by.

T.G.R.

After years of hearing stories about Jesus & the time he walked on Earth, I've learned one thing. Great men aren't the ones sitting on the throne throwing orders. Great men are the ones in the field working so they can get by.

T.G.R.

Whenever I was in a rough spot, I could always tell myself that at least I had you. But I can't even say that anymore...

T.G.R.

I've tried everything I could think of... And I still can't forget how I was foolish enough to believe you actually loved me.

T.G.R.

I cried as I lifted the blade away from my wrist.
But not because it hurt, or bled.
Because the whole time I kept remembering what you had said.

T.G.R.

Why bother trying when the one person that matters most doesn't even believe in you...?

T.G.R.

God makes it [[rain]] when he thinks we've held in our [[tears]] too long.

T.G.R.