Do you like my fake smile? Is it any diffrent than the real one? You'll never know.

Is this really what I want? I don't know any more.

I'm such a chicken. I have the knife here in my hands. Why can't I do it? Maybe because I know it would kill you too.

The pain is too much. Please tell me how to make it go away.

I've never felt so alone.

If I was an angel you'd be the devil.

Depression is like a hot iron, if touched it leaves its mark on you forever.

If I told you I loved you, would you laugh? If I told you I was going to kill myself, would you smile?

Pressure starts to build in my head. Blood begins to pump faster. Breathing becomes a memory.

It really hurts to be me.