The statistics show that 1 in 5 people will self harm at least once. I was just one of the unlucky ones that continued.

I'm tired of being me.

They all think im happy,
fine and in great shape,
some even believe,
in the fake smiles I give.

Loneliness is drowning me right now,
fear is what keeps me alive,
hatred is the thing that gives me feelings,
and silence is my slow killer

Feeling alone is a bad habit that stays, even though you have someone who is there only for you...you still feel alone, you fight it...but the loneliness comes back.

I am not my skin.

I want you to be beside me right now, to save me from myself...but you're not.

Love can save lives...it saved mine<3

Admitting you're hurt can be harder than being hurt.

It's funny how my eyes look the best after I've cried...