Her eyes filled with the agony of waking, filled with the stories she had to tell. Every morning the same thing, the same everyday hell.

When There's No More Room In Hell, The Dead Will Walk The Earth

Suicide is not chosen; it happens
when pain exceeds the resources for coping with pain

I want to tell someone how I really feel,
I'm sick of pasting a fake smile over my face,
I want to tell all the shit I've been through,
But what good will it do, when I end up in disgrace?

Dont kill what you beleive in, It will kill you in the end

...People always say, Everything will be okay, but what proof do they have of that?...

I needed someone, no1 was there... I asked for help, no1 answered... I begged for forgiveness, no1 cared... I screamed for attention, no1 took notice... I cried for you, no1 dried my tears...

It feels like you still love me, like nothings changed but deep down i know your heart belongs to her now....

If you cared about how close to the edge i am... WHY ARE YOU PUSHING ME?

Everybody is nobody trying to be somebody