I am the one you forget about. I am the one you ignore. I am the one that now lies here bleeding. Dying on the floor.

You think my life sucks, too?
You haven't even seen half of it.

They say they understand. Hah...if only.

I swear every time I see a shimmer of hope somebody destroys it before my eyes, and just walks away.

"He was the first guy I gave my complete heart to, I feel like letting another guy in is like feeding my newborn baby to the hungry lions in hopes they will eat the dirt inside!!!"

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

I am not nice.
I am not kind.
Like all other poisons.
I fill your mind.
Who am I?

I am Depression.

Dark takes over light. Bad overpowers good. Cutting substitutes crying. Has there ever been any joy in my life?

If everything inside of me is telling me you're not sorry. Then guess what mom, you're NOT sorry.

I had to wonder if she truly still loves me when she called me my nickname yesterday... Held my hand... Hugged me hard... Broke my heart all over again as it ached to be able to love her like I did before...