Contemplating suicide, to make the ones i love happy.

There's always drama. there's always darkness.

The simple days? nah, never had one.

I want to tell you, vent, and get it off my chest. but itll ruin your night.

i wouldnt want to hear what i want to say.

If i told them how i felt, would they actually care?

It sucks that the scars fade but the memories remain...

You must be strong now. You must never give up. And when people make you cry and you are afraid of the dark, don't forget the light is always there.

Every time someone hurts me emotionally I hurt myself physically.

We play this game called LIFE. And FATE brings us whats in store, so why is it everytime I buy your heart it says out of stock?

Rid myself of the world
Yeah, its crossed my mind
But everyone tells me
"It will get better just give it time"

from my poem 'Slice by Slice, Peace by Piece'