If I told you I cut my self, would you still love me for who i am?

If the dead May talk, they might envy our life and our freedom. But if we can bring them back to life, they would envy the death more than everything

"even though you are out of reach, maybe just maybe you can wait for me on the otherside"

"the fluid on your lungs grandad? is it really going to make you sicker? please grandpoppy dont go now? i wanna see you more than ever"

The day u die is the day you stop hurting

Nothings so bad that you have to give away life itself....unless you are already dead inside....

SOMETIMES

THEY

CANNOT

BE

HELPED

Death is my love
I bleed for death
Every scar
on my arm
Is a moment
that I spent with death.
I like to die a little.
Can you blame me?

46 knots tied on a rope around my neck
I swear I tried and did my best
To rid the world of me

* From my poem 'Scream softly, they're trying to sleep'

You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive.. So Cut My Wrists And Let Me Die