I was bringing you flowers, but then i realized you probably hate me just as much as everyone else.

I am the angel of death; at my belt is poverty, grief and sickness; and at my feet is famine drought and death

I’ll be the last thing on your mind
Say the words you’re dying to say
I’m clocking out for this one

Sometimes i feel so pathetic
so dirty...
i tried to cut u away
i tried to wash away
i tried to push u out of me
but your like a DRUG
the slighest thing u say could make me float...
or could trigger a sleepless night of crying...

Nothing Comes Out
I Can't Explain Anything
Cause I Don't Feel A Thing Now
Everything's fine
Why Do You Keep Asking Me
I said I Don't Feel A Thing
Why Should I Anyhow?

-- Social Code: Everythings Fine

Trusting no one is giving everyone equal trust

I had to go to see this person and all they did was question me about my cuts i yelled for them to leave me alone, there the kinds of people thats make u hurt

Im fed up, im tired, no longer can i cope with this, i want to be free away from the darkness yet its my shadow, yet it continues to follow me, longing to hold my hand and to engulf me.

My sadness overwrites my happiness, you like to push me down, and get away, as if im a burden you want to disappear.

Sucide is all i think,
Somone pull me back from the brink;
Forget the thoughts in my mind
Leave the cuts and pain behind...