Losing myself, from acting like someone Im not, but now who am I, where did I go, Where is my true face behind all these masks?

It's complicated how you can be addicted to the pain, the cutting, the alcohol, the drugs.. You never really can stop though, you never get out of the habit. It's constantly on your mind.

Happiness is just an illusion that doesn't last.

Why does pain came when everything is going good for once

I just wana hide and lets see who's going to care and find me :/

I'm in love with the pain.
It shows me that I'm alive.
But the scars show that no one cares...

I broke my two months of not cutting, I just can't take it anymore.. I'm addicted to the pain.

Mirror mirror on the wall, show me what I want to see.. Lie to me.

I need a drink, something to make me forget all this pain.

Memories lost, a depressing side.