The scars may have faded and the depression suppressed but the urge and the pain are still there no matter what.

I Have a secret but I'm to afraid to tell anyone, i have these drawings but their on my arm and i use a razor to make them. </3

Waiting for the old scars to go away. Making new ones because you feel there's no one here for you. </3

Every scar has a story and every tear holds a memory

As i cry...no one. As i scream...no one. As i die ...no one

I feel chills run up my spine
I feel goosebumps roll up my arms
every time i run my hand over the scars
that criss-cross up and down my wrists

The knife twists round and round making a biggger hole everytime making more blood spll out but she doesnt notice anymore all feeling is gone long gone just like her friends .....her family everything she lived for

She asks why haven't I slept for days and what's eating me alive.......without even having the slightest idea that she was the cause of it.

The awkward moment when you want to bleed your heart out, but there is no one to listen........

She strikes a pose but she dies inside. Nobody knows, but she's a beautiful suicide </3