Tired. So damn tired.

I need a shovel... To bury what I once cherished. Shhh little feelings, lie cold in your tomb. I will preserve your memory in gold.

I'm such a hypocrite when it comes to cutting... I tell them to stop but... I still crave it

I fall apart when I'm all alone. I regret everything I said, did, and thought. Goodbyes loom in the gleam of the razor sitting on the end of my bed.

I just give up.

I don't want to be another mistake.

Goodbye is the hardest word I'll ever have to say.

All I've ever asked was for my smile to last... Is that really too much to want?

I have lost my muse.

I apologize for not being strong enough to stand tall for you.