It's easy to tell me not to kill myself, it's hard to care when I decide to stick around.

"my friends told me that if you really love me
you will back
But you're still there with her ... "

Push the blade down
just another way to cope
when my world comes crashing down
and I've lost all hope

from my poem 'Welcome to my Nightmare'

Letting go is the hardest part because you're so used to having him around.

She was so lost yet she never said a word....

As she loks in the mirror she sees a gurl who lost EVERYTHING!!!!

Why do I keep on loving you

I'm starting to think that things never get better.

Whats the point of living when everything good comes to an end anyways.

Why do things always start off so perfect, and as time goes on, it all seems to fall apart?