I... am nothing.

*Dead girl lay to rest with a burning red rose*

I take a razor and cut deep into my skin
and watch the blood run.

*i guess old habbits die hard*

The only control I have left is slipping away slowly...

I want to go to sleep and never wake up.

Please... After what I realized today, do not ever let me stand in your way of happiness. That is all I want for you. To be happy.

A poet that's lost her words.

It's hard believing one thing they say and then hear otherwise.

94 pounds today, and I still feel so fat. What's wrong with me?

This is such a lonely life.