Im so done with living for you. i only live because it seems to serve your sick twisted needs. but now im at the edge...this knife will end you...and end me as well

Its good i loved once. its good because ill never make the mistake again.

Everyday is one more reason to die, to hate. these people...they never think. they are what i hate. and i hate myself most, because i am one of those people whenever im with them...

Stop telling me to feel this, do this, this isnt advice....your only showing me i can only hate people like i do. thank you for your help in my demise.

I know i still love you, i know your somehow the reason i want to die, every time i see you i pretend its fine, but really, every time you've killed me just that much more.

Some say that you haft to get through life. but if you think about it, people die at all ages, so why cant i pick mine?

They say "tell us if you feel like suicide is your option" i say i'm trying not to die, i'm only looking for a distraction that works enough to drown out the pain of living your lie.

and so far pain is all i have found

All these dark poems and quotes, for half of them pray you never understand. for if you do it means you've traveled way too far..

i will see you in line for hells asylum of insanity

When your asked to stop cutting tell them that when they fix the pain you'll stop, when they can make the real pain go away and then you will no longer need the distracting pain

We are alone, we are labeled, and we are destined to never hold on tight because we are the ones who will think forever and never stop. we will never be normal because we cant be ignorant.