She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

I'm so broken. not half full, not half empty, not ever cracked. I'm just broken. I can't exist anymore. I can barely function. there's nothing left to me. and I don't care.

Do you ever have one of those days where nothing really goes wrong but you feel like you hate the world and the smallest thing that happens can make you break down right there and cry?

The skin of a scar is stronger than the original, less aware of pain...

I can't stop crying... I don't understand, and it's not the loud, screaming crying... it's just the tears continuously roll down my face, and I can't do anything to stop them.

As you sign out & I'm left alone, I can't help the tears that freely fall as another empty night without you stretches out in front of me & I think "I hate this so"

I know i'm not good enough for you, so stop telling me i am.
because i know i'm not.

Set my pride to the side, tear me open look inside. Just to see how many times you've really made these eyes cry.

It's so lonely when you don't even know yourself.

All of this pain, controls my every thought.