My scars run deep, engraved on my skin. Permanent reminders of the pain that I have endured...

What is the point in living, when all that comes in the end is, Death.

Here is my HeArT It belongs to you
It's crYing, bLeeding, bLaCk and bLuE
Just tell me now and tell me true
So I can move on and forget about you

~beautifully broken

Dear diary..
I have a confession
This razor obsession
Is the release for my depression

It's so easy to let go
and no one will ever know
-until the scars begin to show-

& when she's sad,
& feeling blue,
She [hides] in her music,
to forget every m e m o r y of you

*Last night i was thinking of you, a tear rolled down my face, i asked the tear "where are you going" the tear replied "there's someone so important in your eyes, there is no room for me"!

It is eaiser to let everyone believe that I am happy...Then to let anyone know that I am sad...

*Last night i was thinking of you, a tear rolled down my face, i asked the tear "where are you going" the tear replied "there's someone so important in your eyes, there is no room for me"!

In hospital with my bandages
Wrapped around my wrists
The only thing that visited me
Was the memory of the night before