ok heres a poem that i wrote all by my self with no ones help so dont make fun of me ok ( Read more... )

Cutting is consistant with the every day life. altho no longer i am numb. i can feel every inch cut in to my leg. i can feel my breathing in and out of the cuts. and when i move i feel the skin rub together as if it were two separates. why does everthing come down to this. in a way i wish i was happy. but not a single person can bring this ( Read more... )

five points to any one who can guess who sings this song ( Read more... )

I just dont understand. how can some things be so good on minute and then the next they are totally the other way around. some times i hate some thing so much that i some time block it out of my life and mind. and when i hate this thing or person strong enough i for get about it. comlpeatly. and i wont remember it . i dont know maybe im just over ( Read more... )

--Yes or No ( Read more... )

why must every one be against me. i hate every thing. i wish there was a way were i could just go away and start over, new life , new name, new home.goodness i cant help cutting any more it just is like i cant stop. when some one saw them they thought they were streach marks, i just agreed and moved on.

you fell to the ground like rain ( Read more... )

every thing is so peaceful, that is, until i come around. although my so called family never talks to me they can always find a way to tell me what to do. i hate it here so much. i glad that my mother is gone, just one more crack head prostitute off the streets. never again will she sell her self for drug or money. every one thinks im going to turn ( Read more... )

It hurts more and more. no one speaks. i hate every one here. no friends and no family. i should have never run away. But what else was i suposed to do? my mom Just died and i have no one. the stupid bitch did not even leave me any thing except a shit load of bills and other bullshit. there is nothing more to say about here. stupid crack whore. i ( Read more... )