Maybe we’ll wake up one day, and realize this was all a dream.

I want things to go back
To the way they were
When it all made sense
When my life wasn’t a blur

She takes everything out on me
It’s always my fault
I never do everything right
What will she do when I’m gone?

My head is pounding
My fever is rising
My heart is breaking
My life is ending

All im asking for is one night that i wont go to sleep crying

Happiness will never come

It ended before it began

Why is it that once you start to cut,
you feel as if you cannot stop?
No matter how hard you think you want to stop
you always make "another final cut".

I must be a good actress
because everyday I live a life that isn't mine
and everyone believes me
when I say I'm fine

When i cut myself the pain i feel inside
drips and drips away...

so why should i stop?