The statistics show that 1 in 5 people will self harm at least once. I was just one of the unlucky ones that continued.

What do you do when you can't take it anymore? Fake it.

And if only someone would see the real me, then maybe.. maybe I would feel free to be me.

I don't understand why so many people want kids, we only lead to disapointment in the future.

I knocked on your door,
you opened it and she asked "who's there?"
you said "nobody, nobody's here"
and closed it....

I see who I am now. Nobody.

Do I have the strength to face the future? Or will I simply be another number, on the list of people past.

Darkness surrounding me again,
feeling just how alone I am
and how much I've let slip away,
wishing I had the inner strength needed
to finally change my course.

Her heart finally told her to stop wasting her time

Depression is a disease. There's got to be a cure...right?

I'm not okay...i'll never be okay....