The statistics show that 1 in 5 people will self harm at least once. I was just one of the unlucky ones that continued.

I'm tired of being me.

They all think im happy,
fine and in great shape,
some even believe,
in the fake smiles I give.

I am the same exact person you knew before I told you about my past...so why do you treat me like I'm not?

Journey in my memory,
reading past convos I had with you,
tears fill my eyes,
as i realise i do still love you.

It's funny how my eyes look the best after I've cried...

Admitting you're hurt can be harder than being hurt.

Love can save lives...it saved mine<3

I want you to be beside me right now, to save me from myself...but you're not.

I am not my skin.