These scars on my wrist are proof that people like u exist. <\3 **

When people think we're FREAKS for CUTTING ourselves, they don't REALIZE that the ONLY way to FORGET the MENTAL pain is to cause PHYSICAL pain..

Stop asking me if i'm ok, because i don't know how much longer i can lie to your face.

For once I wish you could just see me when I am falling apart...

Mine is the only face I can see. Mine is the only soul I can feel. Mine is the only heart I feel hurt. Mine is the only scream that i hear. Surrounded yet so alone.

How is this possible? How can I be so tired of life? So ready to throw in the towel? I'm only 16.

The nights falls and everyone is sleeping, not I. I am sitting in a corner crying over a picture of you, calling out your name. Missing you like crazy, driving me insane.

Somehow I always end up in the same place
Sitting in this chair and with my hands on this keyboard
Trying to make due when there's nothing left

That feeling you get when you run your hands over your scars..

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for