Everytime i look in the mirror... i see hate.. i see sadness.. i see failure..

I'll never be good enough for anyone.. not even myself.

Pain is weakness leaving the body... Must be why i cut myself...

When will the hurt end

Cold, numb, stressed, tired, depressed... i'm tired of feeling so worthless.

I bleed just to know i'm alive.

I'm not going to show weakness..
i'm going to smile, and tell the whole world i'm fine.

That feeling you get when you run your hands over your scars..

I question my existence...

How can anyone love me... when i don't even love myself.