Trying to be happy,
Is like trying to stay strong,
When what you were trying to love with,
Was broken all along

Everytime i look at u a million things goes through my head, the past comes and distroys me once again , its never really over

I'm starting to think that depression and cutting is like a virus that never truly gets cured. It can be treated, but it never leaves you...

She sees life in shades of gray,
She doesn't believe but continues to pray.
She won't make it, but won't stop trying,
She feels so alive, but knows she is dying.

Slit my throat,
And slice my wrists,
I don't want to live my life

They say time heals all wounds,
perhaps thats true,
but don't they know wounds becomes crusts?
and crust teares of.
Again and again.
And each time it's painful.

From my poem "They say time heals all wounds"

Dying To Be Beautiful..
Starving For Your Attention..
Bleeding To Release This Hurt..
Is This What Life's Really About..??

Is there any hope for me? Even my fantasies end up in tragedy.

There's just nothing left of me. It's all tattered and torn. Torn by horrible feelings. Feelings that shouldn't exist, because they are too real, almost like pain..

They all sat down to say goodbye
To this girl they once knew
So young and brave
To hide her pain
So her misery wouldn't shine through
Everyday a smile, formed upon her face
Like nothing was ever wrong
As if everything was in its place