Even now, a very small mistake can drag me down as much as any other can.

I don't see any end of this nightmare, even if it seems it's just the beginning.

I am the same exact person you knew before I told you about my past...so why do you treat me like I'm not?

Im like a shitty camera the picture is all blurry and crappy loooking so it gets delete just like my life will be soon

Atlas shrugged his shoulders,
And the world fell onto mine.

I just told you to go away,
Because I can't handle myself today.

Its hard to say goodbye when we didn't even say hello

Can I cut it out? I'm tired of this cold hard lump in my chest.

When life gets hard.
I take a knife to my wrists.
But that's just me.
What do you do?

I'm not looking for help just a voice other then the one in my head