The worst part about being lied too is knowing your not worth the truth

My eyes hurt from crying
my heart aches from trying
my wrist burn from cutting
and in the end I still have nothing

You always tell me that everything's going to be alright.

I just wanted to know...

Do you ever get sick of lying to me?

Im gonna draw a picture,a picture with a twist.Ill draw it with a razor blade,ill draw it on my wrist.

~Delirium~

Pain is like oxygen
i have it every second of my life

Evryone always tells her that there always there for her no matter wat but wen it come dwn to it they all disappear when she needs them the most

I never thought it would be this hard letting go of something I never really had.

Boy: What happened to your wrist?
Girl: Nothing
Boy: Did you do that to yourself?
Girl: No
Boy: Then who did?
Girl: You.

Tell me your problems
so i forget my own
hold onto my hand
so i forget that i'm alone

I'd rather be hated for who i am then loved for who i am not