I have arrived at that point where my depression, that pain, can no longer be expressed through prose. I have arrived to that place where its beyond the ability to see the cold beauty of suffering.

The pleasure she feels and the pain she fears all hidden behind her silent tears.

No one knows the pain behind the smile she fronts

I don't know what i want anymore... i don't know who i am...I finally feel nothing and in a way i hate it

When you've been let down so many times, and the tears just seem to be never ending, you're forced to move on and give up on those people who let you down, even if you don't want too.

At this point I'm starting to give up on people, cause you might know my name, my face my clothes, but you don't know me.. so stop thinking you do...

I'll never be able to go up to the people that love me
And tell tham that even though they are there for me
I'm still LONELY

~Delirium

Of all the guys i'v ever met, You're the one I wish I could forget, and if I die before you do, I'll be greatful because I finally got rid of you...

I cant break this sadness, its too strong, im waiting for it to take me completely, this worlds meant to overcome some right, its proven it.

If "cutters" are seeking "attention" then why do we wear long sleeves and make up excuses?