Death
The only thing that makes us truly think about our lives

Those who fear the dark
Are blinded by the evil of the light

You go on about God & faith
But if you want 2 get a message across
Try not Screaming it in peoples faces
Sometimes its the little things
That get through to people the most

I felt ugly
I looked anorexic,ill,pale..
And i got a letter
It said
You ARE beautiful
Then i realised it was true
Because outer beauty is nothing
Compared to what you can be inside

Dear diary..
I have a confession
This razor obsession
Is the release for my depression

In hospital with my bandages
Wrapped around my wrists
The only thing that visited me
Was the memory of the night before