I'm happy most of the time now but there are still days that I wonder why I'm still breathing. Still days when the metal calls to me to spill my own blood. No one else understands, it's a constant battle to just survive.

I should have given my heart to my stuffed animal, at least it couldn't hurt me like he can.

I love him with all my heart and that's the problem...

You say that I've changed but you don't understand, I just went back to the way I was before you were ever mine, I just wish you could love me when I'm like this...

And just like that, with one word, you can send my world spiraling into darkness and pain.

He's always trying to "fix" me. I wish he'd leave my issues alone and focus on his own for a while...

Well, it's taken a year, but he finally doesn't want to deal with me anymore... </3

Irony: Him saying he'd do anything to make her happy and being unable to do the only thing that would make her happy...

We say we'll be alright
As we hold each other tight
But we both know we're lying
As inside we're slowly dying.

Please believe me when I say that going away won't change us. I'll love you forever and just because I won't see you as much as before doesn't mean that will change. I will never leave you my love.