All I want for one night is one night where I don't stay up crying till I fall asleep

Stop asking me questions,
and just let my
cutting and throwing up,
tell you what I cannot

I've hid feelings inside of me,
and have locked them up

You expect me to smile and be happy
for this fcked up life I have?

Since you want me to show my emotion, just let me bash myself around, and you'll see how I'm feeling

I'm feeling like nothing, I'm thinking nothing.. I am nothing

Am I pretending enough to fool everyone I'm happy?

The blood down the bath makes me want to use the blade even more

I hit this elastic band against my wrist hoping the addiction of cutting will go away

My heart is like paper.. It can be ripped into two pieces, but can never be put back together