I never want to wake up because my dreams are the only things that make me happy

My scars are memories of the war I fought against myself. And they remind me, I lost..

A smack round the face and a slit on my wrists... everyday ends like this...

What happens when you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?

You may not see my scars, or feel my depression.
You may say it's not real.
But sometimes you can't see the pain someone feels.

A razorblades kiss:
A carress on the arm leading to danger, grief, memories, and pain..

All those scars on her arm,
May be just reminders to you,
But to her, just sweet whispers of a love she knew.

Im iN DEnIaL Of eVery wOrD I PrAyEd...BeAcUsE NoTHInG sEeMS 2 bE GoIN RiGhT...

Depression killed the air..
slamed my heart
and Killed the rest of me.

LifE Is a CiRcLe oF PaiN...