If you don't judge a book by its cover. Then don't judge a person by their scars.

When you've been broken too many times, the pieces no longer fit together right. I know that now, I'm not whole, and I never will be.

I'm far from who i started to be, where I'm going I can't even see. Broken pieces I've lost along the way, chased away those I've hurt, but some still stay.

I know it seems like I'm this strong person who can get though anything, but inside I'm fragile. I've had so many things thrown at me, and each one has only made a crack. What I'm afraid of is shattering.

Refuse to feel anything at all, refuse to slip, refuse to fall, can't be weak, can't stand still, watch your back because no one else will.

What do you do when you become too scared, too scared to live, too scared to die, too scared to love, too scared to even care?

She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

I'm so broken. not half full, not half empty, not ever cracked. I'm just broken. I can't exist anymore. I can barely function. there's nothing left to me. and I don't care.

You know when you cut yourself really badly, it doesn't hurt at all for awhile you don't feel anything - death, our reaction to death is sort of like that you don't feel anything at all and then later on you begin to hurt.

Do you ever have one of those days where nothing really goes wrong but you feel like you hate the world and the smallest thing that happens can make you break down right there and cry?