And its times like these
when I wonder how someone like me makes it through.........
If there is anyone like me

I remember last year how I cried myself to sleep so many nights

The nights were so different, but somehow so similar

Why am I back in this place

I am sick and tired of trying to explain how I feel, when they don't get it in the first place

Why share your feelings
If no one understands them anyway?

She talks about how her friend always is sad, and thinks no one loves her
She gets kinda sick of it
So I guess I feel like if I told her of my will to die, she might get sick of it
So I guess thats why I've started hiding my feelings

People say sucide is giving up
I know that
I'm ready to give up
The fights are killing me mentaly
Why not die phycicaly
I am ready for death to come and greet me

I wish I could stop caring what my parents think,
But after years of craving for their love and attention,
It's hard not to

I haven't thought of the razor in forever
But now I think of more permant ways, it's been forever since I thought of my death.....my sucide

I'm feeling kinda empty inside..........
Kinda lost

I always thought I was never good enough
But when those harsh words came out of your mouth
I finally knew i was right all these years
And no matter how much I had hoped, or wished over the years that I was wrong
I was right, and it KILLED to be right.