You see the cuts on my arms and think, "Oh my Gravy. What is wrong with her?" I look down at them and think of the battle deep within me that day.

If I could see a rainbow one more time it'd be one more reason to stay.

The sadness deep inside gets distracted long enough by cutting for you live for a moment.

There's a part of me that knows I was put on this Earth for something. But there's a bigger part of me that realizes life has beaten me too much for me to care anymore.

Nightmares haunt me. Each one revealing a little more of your evil face.

The shadows in the corner of a room. The shadows by a faded light. These shadows are depression. The type that takes you and swallows you whole.

It's hard to live life when you have friends that don't understand. It's even harder when have no friends at all.

I am more dead than alive. I cry more than I sleep. I cut more than I eat. Is there something wrong with me?

I miss the way I used to be. I miss the way I used to feel. I miss the girl who died and left me in her place.

It hurts. Why, you ask? Because you stepped on it, picked it up, ripped it apart, taped it back together and tried to pass it off as a heart.