Story of my life: I am so self-destructive, I turn solutions into problems. Everything I touch, I ruin. I'm Midas in reverse.

Daddy, please stop making me sleep with these men I don't know. I know you need money but you shouldn't be selling your daughter and giving me some of the money. I DON'T WANT IT..

I can't be who you are.

Sometimes we just want to forget
& Sometimes we just regret
But sometimes we remember
And sometimes we cherrish
either way our choices stay with us
& either way our memories remain
So think before you act
Cuz it will never go away.

I feel the cold metal hit my skin. I run it across my wrist again.

Give me a break from reality

I'm just a shadow in the background
~~~From my poem Old Self~~~

Lonely and forgotten.
Incomplete and sad.
Slowly losing sanity.
Slowly going mad.

Sometimes wishes don't get heard, and dreams don't come true

Slowly dying, dying to live...
"I miss myself," she says...