The question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me.

"I need someone to hear these silent cries."

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I want control :(

So many people ask me whats wrong..but whats right?

I sit in a room full of people but Im so alone

She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

I'm so broken. not half full, not half empty, not ever cracked. I'm just broken. I can't exist anymore. I can barely function. there's nothing left to me. and I don't care.

Do you ever have one of those days where nothing really goes wrong but you feel like you hate the world and the smallest thing that happens can make you break down right there and cry?

The skin of a scar is stronger than the original, less aware of pain...