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

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

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

Why share your feelings
If no one understands them anyway?

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

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

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

Why is it everytime we feel emtional pain
We have a need to feel physical pain

How are you supposed to explain to your friends that you've lost your will to live?

I'm not sure what to live for anymore.