I'm barely living' in my skin. Depression's my only friend and I don't know where I am heading trying' to forget where I've been

I wish that I could disappear, unzip my skin and leave it here, so I could be no one again

I hate what you've cast upon me, I'm ecstatic you chose me but cant ever say goodbye to you. Im a prisoner in love.

It's easy to tell me not to kill myself, it's hard to care when I decide to stick around.

Push the blade down
just another way to cope
when my world comes crashing down
and I've lost all hope

from my poem 'Welcome to my Nightmare'

She was so lost yet she never said a word....

Why do I keep on loving you

Whats the point of living when everything good comes to an end anyways.

Contemplating suicide, to make the ones i love happy.

If i told them how i felt, would they actually care?