I have a razor in my room
And thoughts that are all full of gloom.
I grab the razor
Make a fist
And start to decorate my wrist.

I have come up with an answer to all my pain...God just hates me!

It's been 2 years since i've been so depressed that i can't move. why now? why again? Will it ever end?

I know the strongest person is the one who lives every day even when its hard, but i don't want to be strong anymore

And smiles to go before i weep
and smiles to go before i weep...

If you could prevent me from suicide, would you?

They say its easy. they say its just a phase, and i'll get over it. but have they tried being me, even for just a day?

Why do people flip out and say DONT CUT! but yet they do nothing to help you from stopping???

Maybe if my heart stops beating it won't hurt this much.

I Guess today I finally realized, Im not; nor ever will be as strong as I use to be. I never knew how strong I was, untill being strong was the only choice i had left.