The only thing I regret in the end is never letting you take the blame for what happened...I always just blamed it on myself to make others happy...

Will I ever be anything more than a face from your past or would you rather I remain nothing at all to you anymore?

I told him I wanted to spend time with him before I left. He said he was too busy and that we'd hang out as soon as I got back...little did he know that when I said I was leaving, I knew I would never be coming back...

I'm not afraid of dying...I'm just afraid of how much longer I have to be alive...

Why did I have to be the one to find you on the bathroom floor, holding a razor in one hand and trying to stop the blood with the other…?

All the eyeliner in this world could not even begin to hide this pain behind my eyes…

_Me and my old best friend came up with this a couple of weeks ago_

Don't tell me you love me if it's only a lie...but yet I need you to tell me you love me or else my heart will die.

I'm waiting for you to kill the pain...

Killing my pain is the least you could do after what you did. How could you ever do this to me? ...I'm just a kid.

Slitting my wrists is a way of showing you how much I am hurting inside...