Theres a spirt that seeks me out every night
It tells me:
Hold on
Dont let go
Fight for life
I tell this spirt show me how
and in my dreams i find the answers

Love is beyond word so when you say love is this.... or love is when you... your wrong because you cant describe true love

My heart on the verge of exploding
My wrists on the verge of draining
My stomach on the verge of tearing
What is happening to me?
Im Dieing

(1Poison2Cutting3Pills)

Did you know that most cutters stop for awhile and pick it back up in a few years?

Shattered glass all over the floor
In each piece
Images that used to make her whole....

Just cause i dont cut anymore doesnt mean i cant feel what i went thru
Feel the pain
Feel it go away
Feel the blade against my skin taking everything away..........

This feeling comes over
im traped again
forced to feel this way
to act the way i do
to once more be so confused
and realieve it all by cutting or
atempt suicide again

Why wont this black spirt that has taken hold of me let me go
it just pulls me farther to its side

These scars have become a part of me
hoping they go away
they dont
maybe its just a reminder of what
really make me , me
and what makes everything okay!

When someone asks are you okay?
I always say what really is okay?
And are you prepared to hear my answer?
Most people can't even answer my 1st ?