i will take every last day of my hopefully short life with sadness because that's all i have ever known and no one can ever change that about me
i was not made for loving but rather for cutting the pain is not pain because it does not hurt and i never cry
i do not know exactly what is wrong with me and that is the worst part
you can not be helped if you are unaware of the real problem
the morgue will label me suicide
no one ever told me rock bottom was filled with sharp razors and broken glass
if anyone asks about my scars i will show them the remainder of bitter cold mirror under my skin
pointless excuses
i can go 97 and a half hours without sleep but never more than two days without a new mark
a new scar
i am so sorry for my baggy eyes and ****** bed sheets