Don't tell me everything that everything will be alright, or that things will turn out okay. Because as long as I'm here and this never ending spiral of bad luck continues, I will never be happy, or alright again.

If you love me, you'll let me go.

What do you do when not one thing in your life means enough, for you to want to stay alive?

The scars on my wrists are reminders of all the times I've been sad or pissed.

So many people are looking to me to be strong & fight, but I'm just surviving.

Okay, im either not here or to broken to notice the phone was ringing. Call back later or leave a message doesnt matter to me.
*BEEP*

Normal: there is no such thing
but if there was
I'd be far from it

Listen to the song in his head.
The slowest piano I've ever heard.
Fire blazing behind every note.
The saddest song he ever wrote.

Sticks and stones may break her bones but words will haunt her forever

I take the knife to my skin so I can finally control the pain I feel inside.