My wost fear:
It isn't storms...

When you cry,
I cry too...

Born of darkness and hatred
made up of the blood and tears...

I am unwanted
as I have always been...

I think love is a great thing..
for other people...

Don't lie
i hate it when u say...

My friends are my strength
if not for them...

I was in depression
for almost 2 years...

Screaming for help
I am running out of air...

I'm falling
in a pit that doesn't end...

I fear
my friends will kill themselves...

I'm barely holding on
everyday I let go more...