I miss the way I used to be. I miss the way I used to feel. I miss the girl who died and left me in her place.

I am more dead than alive. I cry more than I sleep. I cut more than I eat. Is there something wrong with me?

It's hard to live life when you have friends that don't understand. It's even harder when have no friends at all.

The shadows in the corner of a room. The shadows by a faded light. These shadows are depression. The type that takes you and swallows you whole.

Nightmares haunt me. Each one revealing a little more of your evil face.

Thanks mom, for throwing everything away. Thanks for making me feel pain everyday. Thanks for making me feel like I was nothing. Thanks for all the times you lied to my face. Thanks for letting me loose you.

There's a part of me that knows I was put on this Earth for something. But there's a bigger part of me that realizes life has beaten me too much for me to care anymore.

Another friend is locked away on the ward of mental play. Waiting for my turn at rolling the dice to see if I'm next to fall in their same plight. With the death of happiness in one game of dice.

The sadness deep inside gets distracted long enough by cutting for you live for a moment.

If I could see a rainbow one more time it'd be one more reason to stay.