What's the point of living if you don't want me?

Love? Lies? What's the difference?

There's a good side to getting hurt a lot...after a while it just doesn't bother you as much

My defence when I'm depressed is to snap at everybody.
Nobody suspects anything but my friends.
Not even my family suspects because they're to busy with themselves.
Why is this you ask, because nobody cares.

I wrap two blankets around me and still feel cold only to find out it's not my body that's cold but my heart. <3

I can't love and can't be loved so stop trying.
You're just making it worse.

I cover up my feelings as well as my sleeve covers up my scritches wrists.

Good doesn't get attention....

Somewhere down the line, I've given up on you.....

I'm increasingly aware I've been painting things in gray,
I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain,
I'm increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky,
I'm increasingly afraid it's going to rain.