DefinitionI'm fineI'm not fine, please help meEnough about meI'm hiding somethingI'm recoveringI'm just saying that.I need youI'm about to attempt suicideI'm just tiredI can't take this anymoreI already ateI can't eat. I want to starveGo AwayDon't leave. Care enough to stay.I love youYou're the one person I trustI don't love you any moreI do, I just don't want to hurt you.I'm coldI've cut, I don't want you to see the scarsI'm better, I promiseI'm the worst I've been, I liedI'm okayI want to dieJust one moreI'm not going to stop.
Hidden'I wonder what my mom and dad would sayIf they knew I cried each day...'I wonder what they would sayIf they saw my arms and legslaced with scarsAnd a tale of miseryI wonder how they would feelIf they knew I was lyingThat I didn't feel illI was forcing, willingI wonder how it would hurt themIf they knew I was hurtingand switching emotional painfor physical.I wonder what they would thinkif they knew I lived a liethat I wasn't happybut depressed, dying.There's a reason they don't knowthey'll do as they always do.It's a personal attack on them they'd sayand that it's for attention.But what if they're wrong?What if it's not attention?But I'm dying. Piece by piece, losing my mind
RelapseHide the bladeBeneath the clothes,RunRun to be aloneIn the silenceWhere only the blade remains.Cut before you change your mindLet the adrenaline runYou've done itThe relief is uncontrollable.Blood, beading along the linesYou smileTearsThey fall down your faceThe pressure is gone,But what remains is guiltAll that effort,Wasted,You're worthless,To find pleasure from this pain.You've relapsed.Who can help you?Your boyfriend thinks you're selfish.Your family thinks it's attention seeking.Your sister, your dear sweet sister,She cares too much it would kill her.Who can help you now?No one.You've relapsed.You're alone.
Bravery (Short)It’s waking up to living hell. It’s making it through a day, when you’d rather give up and give yourself to the darkness. It’s being there. Putting all your troubles aside and being a listening tool when you’re dying inside. It’s masking, faking. Not letting anyone know you spend every evening in tears. It’s speaking up for everyone who can’t. It’s letting someone care for you, because you know you’re too weak alone. It’s never giving up on loving someone, when you’re losing your mind. This is bravery.
Death WishI'll let the blood run and flowI'll watch the scars grow and growI know inside I'll never be freeAnd that this life is made for meI'll hide the blades and knives and scarsI'll please everyone and be happy for a whileBut when will they realise?When will they know?I want to die,I want to be gone.
Unique? Pathetic.You say that you are unique? Pathetic.You are not, nor will you ever be unique. There are 7 billion people in the world- people just like you.The same hair color, the same hair style; the same eye color, the same crooked smile.The same jacked up teeth that you forget to brush, and the same chipped nails you pick at when you're in a rush. The same chapped lips- which you never stop biting; the same non-pierced ears that you never stop tugging. The same exact skin color, even when you tan; the same exact tan lines seen on every woman. The same exact figure, whether you lose or gain weight; the same exact death sentence, this is your fate.A fate to always want to look like that girl in 3rd; to be as funny as that guy in 6th; to be as smart as the transfer in 2nd; and definitely be as happy as your teacher in 1st.You can't say that you're unique when you have this fate. You can't be unique when you're just made of different people, and