You can tell how many times i've been hurt, just look at my arms...

"I will never be good enough for you nor anyone else in this messed up world of ours."

"How can I expect you to like me when not even I do?"

I can't blame the world for not wanting me, afterall it's not like I have anything of value to give it back.

When I told my mother I needed help, she laughed and told me to stop being a 'drama queen'.
I will never ask for help again.

A letter of hate
a broken kiss
a tear of regret
a boy to miss
a song to forget
a picture to tare
a river to cry
a heart to repair

Maybe i need to help anybody but myself
cause i wont let myself be happy
i wont be selfish again
but this pain is going to end
whether I'm happy or not

I hate people that remind me of myself

Enough people are dying everyday, who would do anything to live... and yet you want to kill yourself?

I just don't understand?

Every three seconds a child dies of hunger...
Every three seconds... everyday... 365 days a year...

I'm sorry that I can not feel sad that you decided to drink and drive
And died!?!

I just don't understand...