Knock, knock.
who's there?
Nobody.
Nobody will ever be there.

I can't keep on living this lie
When every night I just want to die

I feel like nothing can save me, it's something I just can't undo.

Sticks and stones break my bones
your words do hurt me but
what doesnt kill me makes me stronger

It's funny how we appear to have pride when we're dying inside.

Some days are really hard, but I'll find a way to smile.

I wish I could tell you what I feel inside. But in my mind I believe this is a burden I must carry alone. I feel you may not understand. and that would simply tear my world apart.

I have a tendency to hurt myself physically, when I'm hurting inside.

I might die from the drugs but it sure killed the pain.

It's sad when you get hurt so often that you say "It's fine, I'm used to it."