I don't know what to say anymore. I've lost all words for you.

I've stopped caring.
Even about the things that used to make me smile.

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, that's better than a temporary solution to a permanent problem.

I guess the only reason I haven't gotten help is so everybody doesn't see who I really am, but if I don't get help I hurt the people who already see that side of me.

I want to scream and shout and cut myself until my whole body is covered in blood, I want to make it a play for you, and want you to see how much I'm really damaged.

To tell you truth
I've stop caring about everything
even the things i used to love

I stare at nothing
wondering how it got to this
how i ended up using drugs
and slitting my wrist

I had a bad day,
so i'll take you down,
to the place where i cry.
and tell you all that will make you see,
just how badly you hurt me.

(from my new poem The Place I Cry. check it out)

My head aches and my heart breaks with every beat it makes. I only wonder how much more of this that I can take...

I dont WANT to die...

I just dont CARE if I do...