I'm happy most of the time now but there are still days that I wonder why I'm still breathing. Still days when the metal calls to me to spill my own blood. No one else understands, it's a constant battle to just survive.

I've stumbled and picked myself up... over and over again with no safety net. And you know why cuz no one was ever there. Not really. And I didn't want to give people a reason to say I'm weak. And because of that I learned how strong I really am.

I hate being leaved alone with my thoughts, someone please come save me. I wish there was someone out there that could do such thing.

After staying clean for so long I cut. Only this time it was worse

I told myself to throw away
The memories of you that I still keep
Seeing you loving her everyday
I just can't make myself fall asleep

Why did I have to f**k up...I'm so retarded... now I have to live will myself...even tho all I wanna do is die... I've tried 3 times in the last month...I can't anymore..

Blood looks so much better staining my skin then on the inside...

I am so blissfully numb.

Forever waiting...endless weeping...eternally sleeping.

I'm not doing so well.
Was I ever?
I don't feel so swell.
I can't go on like this.