My screams are silent
My tears don't fall
I am unknown
Even God doesn't hear my call

If you're not willing to say it to their face, then you shouldn't say it at all.

Do you remember when people got to know you before they judged you?
Yeah, me neither.

People always tell me I should treat others how I would want to be treated so if I kill someone do you think someone would kill me?

As I slide the razor across my wrist, I'm just hoping for someone to come take it out of my hand.

I keep telling myself it's just because you're gone but I'm starting to wonder if that's a lie.

It's horrible when you love someone who doesn't love you, it's even worse when you love someone and you're not sure if they love you back.

At the end of the day you can either focus on what's tearing you apart or what's keeping you together.

As he looked at me crying he asked "what's wrong" and the simplest answer I could think of was "what's right"

Most of the time, the only person saving you is yourself...

-from my poem Little Girls Eyes-