I wish I could say the right words but I've none to complete. I'm not worthy of breath yet I fear to let it go. I should apologize but my pride's the only thing I've left. I should cry but the privliage is lost. Im naught but a shadow seen in a mask.

I'm starting to think that depression and cutting is like a virus that never truly gets cured. It can be treated, but it never leaves you...

I've made an imaginary character just to compete against my weakness!

And when the sun goes down,
i become broken.
In this faded twilight,
i am no one.

But in away i would not turn my back on him because things would never be the same wiv out him
i love him so bad that every where we went i went go back other it and hoping he would be there waiting for me

Pain And Lie's
Cut's And Bruise's
So This Is What I've Become
Dead Inside.

"Your only lying to yourself when you say you dont care..."

They always say, you learn from your mistakes and grow from them
but they never mention the cases that dont, the cases that never find their way...

She sees life in shades of gray,
She doesn't believe but continues to pray.
She won't make it, but won't stop trying,
She feels so alive, but knows she is dying.

I want to be happy but i can't because of my fear