My eyes are sore from crying
my wrist is sore from cutting
myself is sore from living

She finnaly stopped asking me why I was sad or deppressed or whatever

I think she finnaly stopped caring

Tonight I will make a bracelet of blood around my wrist

When you say I love you
You mean it as a friend
When I say it
I mean it as...
well...
I mean it differently

It was not fxcking funny
You're just in fxcking senseitive

Maybe I should go further away
Maybe if I sit really still my soul will leave my body
And fly away to be with the stars I could never quite reach

Sweet relief found in the sharpness of a razor
sweet relief found in the ozzing blood

Can I kill myself?
Please, break off our friendship
So the all my pain can be forgoten
By a Bullet
Or
A razor
Or
A Bottle

I held onto the happiness for as long as i could, and then it decided to slip away from me as i walked through the door......into my house

Off to bed, off to dreams where the nightmares of life are chased away by soft sweet lullabies.....