i love my baby. sometimes i call him maybe , i text him a lot but people call me a thot i don't care wat people say bc I'm not but they can say wat they want but I'm no thot I'm wouldn't feel complete with out my baby  




i try so much to make him happy but i do he makes me happy and i love it but wen i get home I'm just feel dead inside

why does life hate you. how come you always get hurt,why. why does people hurt you, who knows, i don't care, i don't care anymore,why does people treat you bad. it hurts inside. just like my dad, he always makes me mad. but you can't help that nothing will and i want a good life not a bad life so life move out of the way you are making me sad but I'm going to cheer up and move along....

i cut my wrists and hope too dieeeeeeeee

1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4. cry for a while then cut some more. open cut, closed cut, cut scabbed over. drink away the pain, then cut again sober. old cut, new cut, cut dripping blood. drag the blade across and watch as it floods. cut on my wrist, cut on my thigh. wait til everyones asleep, then cut in the night. small cut, big cut, cut too deep. sit and watch as it continues to bleed. hi cut, bye cut, it keeps bleeding out. see you later cut, its over now