Not hurt enough to cry
and yet to hurt to survive

Im lost, im scared.. because no one is ever there.

Life is like a never endding book...
i ask myself when will it end??

Its my wrist, not my face that gives away my emotion

Depression is a life style..

You Cant Keep On Breaking My Heart, I Dont Even Think Theres Any Pieces Left Of It...

I feel death's grip getting tighter as he lures me into the darkness

I could sind a thousand songs
write a thousand poems
love a thousand times
but nothing shows how i really feel
more than each and ever scar

My healing heart still aches

SHE ALWAYS IS SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN.!!!