Let me tell you a secret... I'm going to commit suicide soon.

& its raining every night on my pillow when I start wondering if I should be here.

& her problems don't seem to fade away after she cries.

The more you push the blade in your skin and bleed, the less you feel emotionally.

God loves me, why don't you?

But its the kind of happy that's like an ornament made of sugar, if you brush it the wrong way it will go to pieces.

-Change of Heart

I HATE Myself for many things.
My Number 1 Enemy is MYSELF.

It's getting way too close to call it 'just a thought'.

Growing Up Means Letting Go
Letting Go Means Your Growing Up

A Heart dies whn its nt able 2 express its feelins..bt a heart suicides whn the other heart doesnt understand its feelins...