One little cut turns to two, then three. Soon you find yourself unable to stop in a desperate attempt to end the pain.

It hurts. Why, you ask? Because you stepped on it, picked it up, ripped it apart, taped it back together and tried to pass it off as a heart.

I'm gone it's too late there's no saving me...but wait, maybe not; maybe I have a hope, a chance to be saved, to live instead of exist....but....that's a big 'maybe' that 'May' never 'Be'...

Pain galore and more to come.
Pain that heaps and eyes that weep,
this is me, bared for all to see.

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.