I am all ready way over my head, ugh i cant do this, i need time, i need to be me, i need to find my place, I knew to understand

I fell like i already ran away and got lost in these woods called life, i cant get out :(

Why?

It's the prolonged blue winter that killed her, the fact that the skies rained made her cry, it's the brittle ice that made her heart weaker and the coldness of the forsaken wind that devastated her home!

Guy- Why did you try to hurt yourself.
Haley- I was just trying to feel something, like, alive i guess
Guy- And did that make you feel alive?
Haley- No, but it made me want to.

Every day we ignore how truly broken this world is and we tell ourselves its all gonna be okay but its not gonna be okay.

She cuts, but no one can see her wounds.

As in other poems i wrote, My ghoast keeps taking over cuz im so unhappy i dont want to be here then puff another ghoast comes about

The cuts i made tonight tells my story that i keep trying to fight,,, How can i feel so much better but look so much sicker?

I look in the mirror i hate the person staring back, i hate myself, im the one that distroyed my family, friends and everything else