Don't judge me. You have NO idea what I'm going through.

I can't keep pretending that everything's okay.

I love the flutter my heart makes every time we talk.

My world just died.

The pain of losing you is too much.

Words mean NOTHING.

When I'm in your arms the pain goes away.

Being different doesn't make you weird... It makes you who you are.

You see the cuts on my arms and think, "Oh my Gravy. What is wrong with her?" I look down at them and think of the battle deep within me that day.

Why should it matter that I want to kill myself? Stop pretending like you care.