I relive you through my writing,
i love you through my words,
so why would i say goodbye,
when i can still write?

Lonliness is at the root of my every bad decision,
but lonliness will fade as along my arm i make this incision.

Carving pictures upon dieing wrists

Blood is dripping from her wrist
marking her razors last kiss

I am not ashamed of my marked skin,
it shows recovery.
i am not ashamed of my scars they show healing,for they are no longer cuts,
and my wrists are no longer bleeding.

I may hold my head high
....but i must i admit, i still feel worthless sometimes.

Put on those heels so high,
put on that skirt that teases with a little of your thigh,
paint on that face,
and adorable smile,
because there you go again needing their aproval, to make you feel lovable

And its ok that its hard sometimes, because it wouldnt be a struggle if you werent fighting back

Recovery is more than just those breaks between your falls.

Each prayer
is another dayi dont give in