She'll put her hair up,turn her radio up as loud as it will go,&&walk around like she's fine, but deep down she's crying && wants out of this big old heart-breaking mess. </3.

Dr.Barbara asks me to sit still, while she injects the medicine into me. The needle is huge. When I feel the needle touch me, and move my arm purposefully... Next thing you know there's blood gushing down my arm. "Whoops," I say.

I hate that mood when I dont feel like talking to anyone, faking a smile, pretending to be happy like I always do, but at the same time, I dont know what's wrong

I hate that mood when I dont feel like talking to anyone, faking a smile, pretending to be happy like I always do, but at the same time, I dont know what's wrong

It's worst at night, the ache. I have those few brief moments where I feel like I'll actually be okay tonight, but then it hits me like a ton of bricks like it always does. It cuts me to the core. And I can't just ignore it anymore.

What I want is what I've not got, and what I need is all around me.

When i saw my father crying because i wanted to die, i felt so terrible it made me think i deserved to die

I wish i could love him as much as he loves me....but he destoryed me and i'm still hurting

The haunting of yesterday
and the intimidation of tomorrow
both contributes to the pain
I'm feeling today

As I slide the razor across my wrist, I'm just hoping for someone to come take it out of my hand.