It's not living if you don't eventually die.

I'm a disappointment to everyone.

I always look at other people's wrists, but not so much because I wonder if they're going through the same as me, as much as I want to look at clean wrists because I know mine will never be like that ever again.

Have you ever cried so much that you couldn't breath?

Like a star burning in the sky at night, I too fade away when the sun comes up.

I really need help...

I have an effin' problem...

I can see see you, but I can't hear you. I can feel you, but I can't touch you. I've been lost in a world of madness.

Is the girl I see in the mirror supposed to be me?

Much like the hope in your eyes, I've lost the light that used to shine inside.