"Every day I long for the hand
of death to come and take me away.
I'm so close, but once again he teases me with the slightest touch of he's finger tips"

Basically your hater's life is like a life of a prostitute who sometimes tends to prove themselves being a virgin, and the other times they are too proud of having so many costumers being interested on them.

If someone touches me one more time I am going to flip.

My scars do not whisper that I am weak, they scream that I am strong. Where others quit, I have endured.

Life's only difficult if you don't play by your own rules.

My mind's as twisted as a tangled web-with twists and turns I've yet to regret.

Stricken by Disturbed is basically what is going through my head everyday.

4 years of loving her has wrecked this heart more than anyone can imagine. "I'm sorry" means nothing.

Sometimes I sit in my closet and cut in the darkness, wishing I was dead.

Sometimes I just want to stab that knife through my chest. For me it is the best.