My mascara is running...and yet i dont wipe away my tears..my face is blotchy...and yet all i can think about is why i'm not good enough for you....

To live this way I never asked
but around my friends my depressions masked.

*from a poem of mine, (depressions fire has been lit) plz read it*

I stick the razor in,
so deeply in my skin.
Releasing all the sh-it I take,
Somehow slowly stopping the ache.

How can you tell me to keep living,
when I'm so good at dieing?

Hey plz comment on my poems!lol plz, and tell me what i can do to fix them up a lil! thanks

Never did i think it would come to this..
I feel the blade enter my perfect wrist.

Ooooooh look a godzilla rat!
*a stoner friend of mine said this about a squirrel! :)

Hey i hate leaving these but i wanna get my poem read, its called untitled, but i would love it if you read it, its not untitled to me, its my diary. my life, please read.

Hey i'd really appreciate it if some of you guys took the time to comment on my poem. Nothing. it would mean a lot-thanks-hayley

I'm not sayin I want you back, and I'm not saying I miss you...I am saying I miss talking to you until midnight each night...I miss skipping school Just to be with you...I miss being your friend...But I dont want to be your girl ever ever again...