The days keep coming back to me
But i dont even want to bother
Im trying to cure my own depression
Yet i fear i'm falling farther

So while i am slowely breaking apart, I try my hardest to show her that i am getting better, until the day that i fall in a heap infront of her..

What hurts the most was being so close, and having so much to say and wacthing u walk away.

Till this day i hide the cuts underneath my long sleeves, i hide the frown underneath my smile, i hide the tears underneath my eyes.

Iam scared iam scared to tell u how i feel. iam scared to looki at u, iam scared to talk to you, iam scared of u not likeing me but mostly iam scared that you wont care about me.

I'm sick of trying 2 be strong and ending up weaker then ever

I Don't Have A Cutting Problem!
I Cut. I Bleed. No Problem.

~FountainsOfBlood

I'm so happy.

U doent no how much u hert me. untill u look at the scars on my rist.

The tears won't fall, they'll crash to the ground.
Will you cry or smirk at the end?
Or will you wuss out and pee in your pants?