You look like my type..too bad im up in heaven and cant reach out to you...

I never noticed how much i liked him until i found out he was with her.

They dont care now, but when something happens to me they will...but i dont need anyone

Slowly receding into my own little darkness, were know one can see my pain and loneliness. I take the knife and down i sit, pull up my sleeves and up my arm i slit.

Every cut i make takes me further than i want to go...

from my poem "these gashes" please read it and comment it means a lot to me

Your the only one why cant you fvcking see it?

Do you care? does anyone?

Just wanted to hear that you cared about me..