I miss you already.

I'm lost inside myself. I'm trapped. I'm held captive by demons that tell me that killing myself would be a good thing.

You said that you loved me
yet you killed yourself
you told me you would never leave me
yet your not here
you said you would be there for me
yet your not
thanks for killing me

Silence is a language all on its own...over time I've become fluent in it, but those who surround me fail to comprehend it, so I sit there quietly and hope someone who understands my silence will finally come along to break it.

I've blamed my mother
I've blamed my father
I've blamed God and I've blamed fate...
But now I see the only person I should have ever blamed was me.

What the hell am I doing?

I'm done crying. I'm so sick of trying.

I always thought women who said all men we're the same were just bitter. Now I realise they knew something back then that I did not.

If I could change who I was do you think I'd still be this way?

Inside I'm a mess. Outside I'm hideous. There's no words to describe who I am as a person.