For years I've avoided covering my scars
I want someone to see them
to give me a reason to stop...

I'm still waiting.

People change for two reasons; either you learn enough that you want to, or you've been hurt enough that you have to.

You asked me to stop, You asked me why im like this, Guess you killed me in the best way possible, You took so much away, Will i ever be ok :(

I just wish one day i would wake up, and everything would go away, im struggling every day, i dont know if its even worth it anymore :(

Her life is great
Nothing better exists
But no one can see
The scars on her wirsts

A perfect girl with a perfect kiss
with perfect scars on her perfect wrists

You scroll through you msn list
Browsing through the personal messages,
To see everyone is just as pathetic as you.

Once again its just me, alone, sitting here wondering why you left when you tell me you love me so much, is it a lie i start to wonder.

I like to make believe that im fine. . but im not. .

Maybe if my heart stops beating it won't hurt this much.