Sometimes life gets hard.
people say face it.
some say ignore it.
I say screw it live life, and who cares what people say? It's not as if I'm listening.

I just want them to care, to hold me when I feel like this

Someday you will understand why i am like this ................someday you will suffer like i did.........but sometimes i wish that someday never comes

I cry when i'm alone because if people see me then they'll ask questions then they'll see the scars that criss-cross my wrists and then they'll see me as less than nothing...

It seems like know matter how many times we argue or talk about the same issue, you never get the point I am trying to get across.

My life is over,
wishing for a four-leaf clover,

My breath stops on a clock,
Sitting there on the dock,
Cold even in my frock,
While I fall off the rock.

Through every breath I take,
I try not to break,
I say I'm not giving in,
but when will I feel again?

I wonder what death is like...
Is it dark?
Because if so I guess I'd still be techincally living.

That broken girl is still a part of me; and every once in a while she is gonna pop in and say hello... And everytime I am gonna grit my teeth and ignore her.