I can't take it anymore i can't fake it anymore what the f.u.c.k. am i suposse to do...

"My mind has a wierd way of storing and throwing away memories, it saves the painful ones and throws out the happy ones."

"Words can be the most painful things if your emotional."

"There are only 3 people in this world of ours that know how I really feel, me, myself and I."

"If real friends are people who know how you really feel? Well then, I have no real friends."

Addicted to the knife
Something I said I would never need
I said I wouldn't become this
And now for fun I make myself bleed
My addiction
Will someday kill me
But then again
I was already dead, couldn't you see...

~from my poem My Addiction~

I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED AS THE GIRL WHO COULD BRIGHTEN UP YOUR DAY, EVEN IF SHE COULDN'T BRIGHTEN UP HER OWN.

Blood drips.
as i swallow my pride.
new scars will form.
more secrets collide.

Waiting for this to be over,
Waiting for the pain to end,
Feeling unhappy,
Reality is no ones friend.

&& so ill cut my wrists tonight and hope to die without a fight.