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

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

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...

I'm winning the battle but loosing the war

People don't understand its an addiction

I'm tired of pretending...
tears pouring down my cheeks
sleepless nights
full of mistakes and regret
thats the real me.