"Everyone desires the beautiful petals of a rose, but what about the thorns? Like the petals, everyone desires outer beauty while the true beauty remains abandoned."

"A blade to the heart, a blade to the head, what does it matter I'm already dead."

Rose's are red,
Violet's are blue,
I cut my self,
Because of you.

It's okay to forget about me.

I never meant to hurt you.

Its confirmed...i know have mild depression... Great...jus great

THE SCREAMING, THE SCREAMING

I'm in a dark hole and I'm not coming out anytime soon

I just want this all to end that's all I'm asking for.

The blade is calling my name I want to reach for it yet something holds me back and I don't know what it is