"When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade"
Well what if life gives you a broken heart and a knife???

For once I wish you could just see me when I am falling apart...

Mine is the only face I can see. Mine is the only soul I can feel. Mine is the only heart I feel hurt. Mine is the only scream that i hear. Surrounded yet so alone.

How is this possible? How can I be so tired of life? So ready to throw in the towel? I'm only 16.

Did they ever think that theres actually a reason why some of us are emo. All they do is laugh at those of us who have scars crisscrossing their wrists. Did they ever think that maybe they're the reason why we do what we do?

A part of me dies every time i wake.

Only someone who survived from their own pain can look into your eyes and tell you they know your not okay.

Even now, a very small mistake can drag me down as much as any other can.

I don't see any end of this nightmare, even if it seems it's just the beginning.

I am the same exact person you knew before I told you about my past...so why do you treat me like I'm not?