The first present my parents ever gave me was a pair of awfully blue genes.

I need you...I can't do this alone...I already failed twice...

Why I am so depressed at a situation that was not my fault?

Suicide....stop haunting me everywhere I go.

No one cares anymore...

Help me...

Before bed every night, all i think is 'god i miss you'

I couldn't go thru with the first attempt... why? Because the thought of you crossed my mind and stopped me...

But yet you won't ask about me..

Scars scars and more scars