nobody likes me
i should die
down i go
they wont miss me
they wish me dead
god im a mess
please don't spare my life
i should **** myself

its my fault.
i admit.
im sorry.

our world is collapsing
our minds are very suicidal
we have knives in our hands
and we fake it everyday
we hope it'll be okay
but it won't be today or any other day

what do you do when your world is falling apart

i have a secret
i may be bi
its wonderful, really
i really wish they would understand though
i hope you dont judge me fore having a preference for girls
sorry, its just me
boys are pretty cool too

i still feel empty inside!
but its better than despair!
even though im starting to cut my skin!
they dont know!

im not really fine
and im sorry
and i almost did something
and i don't regret it
im sorry

ive caused so much pain
its all my fault
im sorry
im so sorry

buiklt ny . lodw ofyou nO im fonna diw now

im sorry
but im really jealous
of your wonderful friendships and inside jokes
your writing skills
and everything else
but mostly your friendships

hat by av  i done im ahorribke oerson i wanna **** myself ishoys ahoyhd i s/>h oud

it takes time but it'll be okay one day

you could be gay
you could be pan
it doesnt matter - i still love you
i dont care who you are
its going to be okay
i know
it seems like it wont
but
really
i promise
its going to be okay

i thought i was happy
for a few days, at least
but now i feel so lonely
it was like a sweet dream

i just want to get better
is that so much to ask?
a few minutes at a time
im living life in the dark

you really don't deserve this

im sorry john. i wonder if youre still there. i hope you didnt do it. you were really awesome. i really, honestly care for you. i know what it feels like and im so sorry. im really sorry john. i hope youre still there.

please DON'T

you see
once my mission is accomplished
it could be time
because happiness doesn't exist for me

your a god
but my legs will always be better

She didn't talk to you anymore
You hated seeing her talk to people
And you hated your self for that
You told your self it was you
And it was not a lie
You were poisonous
No wonder why they don't care

we've set our suicide dates
sadly we can both relate

we have scars upon our wrists
with despair in our eyes

we tried and couldn't
we've failed again
these are our suicide dates

weak and pathetic
you fell to vriska
the devil herself
broken legs
and sad faces

roses are red
violets are blue
and i love you

i swear to not hurt myself this week.

i may not hurt myself with knives
but these words are causing scars
and i force myself to go back there everyday
just to hurt myself

be okay just all be okay dont think negatively please just be okay