Done. Done with the tears, done with the hurt, done with caring. Pushed me to the edge and let me fall over it. Good job.

Your words are hurting me and make me want to die :'( Please stop

Blood looks so much better staining my skin then on the inside...

I am so blissfully numb.

Him: You're ugly.
Me: Yes I know.
Him: You're fat.
Me: Yes I know.
Him: You should go kill yourself.
Me: Thank you, I will.

Forever waiting...endless weeping...eternally sleeping.

I'm done. I can't take this anymore. I hate this world. I hope these pills kill me.

I'm so ready to give up. I want to slit my wrists and die. Would you stop me? Or just watch as I bleed?

I'm not doing so well.
Was I ever?
I don't feel so swell.
I can't go on like this.

I hurt.