She writes her story on her wrist for the whole damn world to see but no one really seems to care

Im tired of trying,
Im tired of lying,
I know i've been
smiling but inside
Im dying

This battle has gone on way too long,
so i give up...
i give in.
The battles over,
and you win!

Some people realize a little too late in the game that you cant run away from yourself

U broke my heart, well dont worry, i have plenty of glue and seleotape, and it will be as good as new, ready for the next loser to break it

&& he was her only reason for breathing.. he left, and her [heart] stopped beating.

Absently smiling through the tears you don't see because the pain I feel you couldn't understand

The blade held to my wrist,
My arm touched by a bloody kiss
I was back the cutting again
My only way to forget the pain

Close your eyes
and listen to the rainfall
let the tears run
down your beautifully broken face
close the casket
which holds another
teenage suicide
mourn the death
of the broken girl inside

She Could Die Two Times Over && You Still Wouldn't Care