Dad; well dont be depressed.
girl; i'll try.

thoughts; WHAT THE HELL ITS NOT SOMETHING I CAN CHOOSE!?

The only thing I look forward to, is getting drunk by myself in my room at midnight.

For the first time in a long time i cut again
and for the first time in a long time i felt FREE

I've locked it up
and put it away
then hid the key.
didn't bother to make a map
no one would want it anyway

The blood spills,
I fall to the floor,
my last thought:
I can't take this anymore...

I hardly think before I press it to my palm
As I do this my facial expressions stays very calm
Afterwords I hate myself a little bit more
I wrap my bleeding wrists then I slam the door

-from my poem "control"

You left cause you didnt want hurt me anymore but now you have completely destroyed me. i wont trust another.

DON'T JUMP

Try to be me for a day. please? just give me one days rest, let me be someone else, and maybe I'll be happy for a day....

This is the sound of letting go, this is the last breath ill ever know...