The truth behind the tears?
They hide my deepest fears...

You know you're a complete failour when you fail at commiting suicide.

I'm not really depressed, nor am i sad. I just want something so bad that it's killing me from the inside; out.
& I don't know what it is..

Oh, I'm sorry. I FORGOT I only exist to you when you need something.

Tears have come and tears have gone. My emotional torment still lives on. The scars right here upon my wrist, are what have helped me get through this.

I am....

B-broken
E-ending my life
A-apart from you
U-underestimated
T-tearing away
I-in depression
F-full of hate
U-unhappy
L-loved my none.

I'm sick of hating myself but i don't know how to stop
I've been doing it for so long that it's as easy as breathing now

Every day we ignore how truly broken this world is and we tell ourselves its all gonna be okay but its not gonna be okay.

I'm so messed up, i don't know how to explain how i feel anymore

I have a razor in my room
And thoughts that are all full of gloom.
I grab the razor
Make a fist
And start to decorate my wrist.