Im sad, Im tired i been living in respit for over a week and i feel myslef giving up i cant do this no more

Athazagoraphobia - The Fear Of Being Forgotten.

A pool wouldn't be big enough for the tears i shed....

I have this act, i smile nd say im fine, but if you look at the scares nd cuts its plain im not, nd if the cuts arnt proof enuf tht im not ok stare in to mi eyes past the lies nd you will see a lil girl that is too lost in depression to be savd.

And if you look close, deep in to mi eyes beneath all the lies you will see a girl that is screaming to be saved

If I could fly away from all the pain and the fear, tell me - why am I still standing here?

Sometimes I wake up and I don't think I will make it.

Even the greatest bridges fall under the right pressure. </3

Songs for the sleeping. Poems for the willing. And a shotgun shell to the back of the throat for those who understand both.

I'm afraid all my hope, isn't with me anymore.