There's no surgery that could fix the pain inside.

My heart feels like it's about to shatter in a million pieces. But I have no one to pick them up for me.

Black nail polish represent my depression. They warn people beforehand what's wrong with me.

I want to be happy again.

I'm a danger to myself in the worst kind of way.

Ya know that feeling that creeps its way into your head when you least expect it? Depression.

I never should have depended on you. Cuz now that your gone I don't know what to do.

I can't handle the pain of losing you.

A heart can only be beaten so many times before it breaks completely.

Much like the hope in your eyes, I've lost the light that used to shine inside.