When my insecurities take over its detrimental to my psychology but improvement to my body .

Broken Bottle, Bleeding internally, Hard to think about repairs to be done.

..Darkning of the sky, another day past away*

I sleep alot not cause of laziness, Its the only time I dont feel depressed I just dream

If this heartache could leave me for even just a second maybe then I could see myself as the person I've always been. Yet as I sit crouched upon my knees, silently wishing that I could erase everything I wish that death would extend it's hand towards me

I make a slice and blood runs free cant you see you have done this to me

I wish someone could stand with me,
And help me to survive.
So if my fire of hope runs down,
They'll keep the flames alive.

It's getting harder and harder to wake up each morning.... I'm about to give up.... It has to be easier then this sadness that consumes my every thought

~~~this is How I feel all the time.~~~

In my footsteps
No one should follow.

For the razor cuts deep
And blood will fall.

Don't force me to live, don't force me to die... just let me be happy.