I wish someone could stand with me,
And help me to survive.
So if my fire of hope runs down,
They'll keep the flames alive.

It's getting harder and harder to wake up each morning.... I'm about to give up.... It has to be easier then this sadness that consumes my every thought

~~~this is How I feel all the time.~~~

In my footsteps
No one should follow.

For the razor cuts deep
And blood will fall.

Don't force me to live, don't force me to die... just let me be happy.

And so I sit and think if I was to come up missing would anybody come and look for me.

I was alone with my hatred and the pain that was so bad it was like being tortured. Like being dragged slowly across a bed of razor blades. Pain so bad you could take death with a smile just to get away from it.

Tears have come && tears have gone.
My emotional torment still lives on.
The scars right here upon my wrist,
are what have helped me get through this.

Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words that go unsaid.
Words of longing, love, anger, && hate, all repeating inside my head

Things are going crazy && I'm not sure who to blame.
Everything is changing && I don't feel the same.
I'm slipping through the cracks of floors I thought were strong.
I'm trying to find a place where I feel, like I belong.

You don't understand me && you never will..
So don't start that bull about knowing how I feel.