Do I go on here for pity.
To solve my problems?
No I don't I go on here to express myself.
Though, how much I do wish this was over.
All of this.
This book...
Everything.
My life.
I want it all gone.
I'm a goner.
Just when I. Thought things could get better life seems to prove me wrong.
I don't think about it to much anymore but Every once in a while life likes to give me reminders.
That perfect doesn't exist.
That I'm nobody.
And that my life is just as bad as anyone else's.
So it tells me not to grieve.
But it doesn't stop me from cutting.
It doesn't help my suicidal thoughts.
And all my friends who try and save me do a good job.
But then every once in a while I disappear.
Hot tears flowing down my face...
Everything I've ever worked hard for disappears.
And now I'll just sit here,numb.
My emotions have taken over.
I don't know what's real of who I am.
All I can say Is my scars remind me that the past is real.
That true love doesn't exist.
That people give up on each other and themselves.
That late at night we talk to others and ourselves, and that makes us miserable in the mornings.
That nobody knows us.
That hot tears are falling down my face right now and I've lost all hope.
That I'm about to die even though I'm already dead on the inside and my fake smile won't even appear anymore.
That nobody in this box cares anymore.
And I won't have to fake it or make it because everyday Is the same.
