Yeah, I made a mistake. No actually, I've made three of them. My first one was that I was born. The second one, that I didn't die when I should have and the third that I'm still breathing. I've made a lot of mistakes.

Your failures devour your heart in every hour

You know that you're empty and broken when you find yourself not caring about something that would have made you feel terrible some time ago. Or maybe, you've had enough.

It's funny, your suppose to be Christian and all loving and forgiving, yet you hate me and judge me yet. It is not love.

I want someone who will love me, despite all of my flaws. Someone who wont care about the scars ive made down my arms or that some days i just sit in my room and cry. But i dont think that person will ever come.

-I need you
-Oh?
-Just a few scratches but it burns.
-From?
-Myself.
-Why?
-Because I wanted to feel alive.

"Nothing is wrong When we feel The Need To cry. Those tears are just going to wash away the filth so you can see the world clearly again."

I dont say how i feel because once i do it becomes real

Once a cutter, always a cutter

I have relapsed with my cutting. i am scared, terrified, and worried. idont know how much longer i will last...