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

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

I Guess today I finally realized, Im not; nor ever will be as strong as I use to be. I never knew how strong I was, untill being strong was the only choice i had left.

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.

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

'Cause an empty room can be so loud..
It's too many tears to drown them out..

People don't understand its an addiction