Yeah, I made a mistake. No actually, I've made three of them. My first one was that I was born. The second one, that I didn't die when I should have and the third that I'm still breathing. I've made a lot of mistakes.

Your failures devour your heart in every hour

It's funny, your suppose to be Christian and all loving and forgiving, yet you hate me and judge me yet. It is not love.

I want someone who will love me, despite all of my flaws. Someone who wont care about the scars ive made down my arms or that some days i just sit in my room and cry. But i dont think that person will ever come.

-I need you
-Oh?
-Just a few scratches but it burns.
-From?
-Myself.
-Why?
-Because I wanted to feel alive.

I dont say how i feel because once i do it becomes real

Once a cutter, always a cutter

I have relapsed with my cutting. i am scared, terrified, and worried. idont know how much longer i will last...

Slowly i fade
back to the world and life i left
the life i once loved
to fall back into old habits of self harm and depression
for once again everything i love is gone
never to return to me
leaving a broken heart and a lost soul...

The reson for ear phones was to block out the world that hurts you