You'd never catch me, I'm stealing last night’s story
but I doubt you really cared at all, no not at all.
You're the muse in my life, when you leave I'll die.
Will you keep me alive?

No one can paint the sky like you.
Each night I think of new ways to impress you.
So you'll stick around.

You can't see that I'm hurting.
You don't notice the pain.
It feels like everyone else is sitting in the
sunshine, while I drown in the rain

Tell him I hate him. Tell him
I don't need him. Tell him to have
a great life without me. Tell him
he means nothing to me. Just
don't tell him I said this with
tears in my eyes.

Come lay in bed with me. I just need someone tonight.
I need someone to hold me, talk with me, nothing major.
Today's just one of those days when I
need someone to make me feel loved.

I'm such a coward, so damn reckless, but I just need your attention. Strip me away from the booze and drugs, teach me about being in love.

If love was enough, you'd stay
But lately I'm sorry I can't hold a smile.

It isn’t a cry for help.

It isn’t a cry for normality.

The stroke of the metal

The scratch of the blade

The trickle and the drop

The color you know too well

The loss of thought and pain

The sudden realization

The blood across the floor.

This isn’t a cry for help.

I see the way you look at her
And for some reason
I want to hurt her even more.

If I ever write a story about my life,
Don't be surprised when your name
Appears a million times.

I feel numb
Like I've been drugged
I just want to lay down and never get up.

These last four are from http://fakehearts--x.xanga.com/

All I’m asking for is one day together. Just you
And me, all alone, and if you can honestly
Tell me that you don’t feel anything for me after
That day, I’ll finally let you go.

Someone asked me if I miss you.
I didn't answer I just closed my eyes
and walked away.
then I whispered
"So much"

You've done enough to keep me going.
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
I'll be fine for the very last time.

How can I love others
when I can't even love myself?

I scar myself so you can see
That I wish I wasn't me

The first thing we did in kindergarten
Was get shown a picture of an apple and two oranges
Then we had to pick out which one didn’t belong
The first thing we were taught
Is that being different is wrong.

The unreal is more powerful then the real
Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it
Because its only intangible
Ideas, concepts, fantasies and thoughts that last
Stone crumbles, wood rots
People well... they die
But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend
They can go on and on. 

Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers,
no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern.
Just the slow erosion of self, as insidious as any cancer. And
like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in
hell with only your name on the door.

For once, i want to feel like im worth it

My life feels dead.

So don't sit back and watch the days go by
Are you ever going to live before you die?

Big post. =)

It's sad to watch her slowly destory herself.
And she doesn't even know she's doing it.

You think I want to look at you?  That I wouldn't rather be looking at my boyfriend?  I'm in a relationship.  I have responsibilities.  But he doesn't drive me crazy.  He doesn't make it impossible for me to feel normal.  He doesn't make me sick to my stomach about someone else touching him with her hands!  I would give anything to not be looking at you.

The hardest things to say are the words that mean the most
So I'll bite my tongue till it bleeds and I doubt you'll even know
The easiest things to fake are feelings to fool someone else

It took me by complete surprise

When my heart got lost inside your eyes.

You weren't at all what I was looking for,

You were everything and so much more.

God I miss those songs we used to sing
Talking like getting away would be the greatest thing.
Well me, I got out, and you kept singing to me
Like that's really gonna to set this free.

I always wanted to be a fragile thing, falling apart on the palm of someone else's hand.

The drugs I’m taking aren’t so good
So will you talk to me?
Even though you’ve had a late night
Because I need a little help
Baby, tell me I’ll be alright
Cause everything around me's changed

Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye,
maybe I was wrong for trying to pick a fight.
I know that I’ve got issues,
but you’re pretty messed up too.
Anyway, I found out,
I’m nothing without you

I want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life

The radio plays a love song; i smash my fist right through the dial.
Here's to the broken hearted; a generation born in denial.

I think I mighta got into a fight because my knuckles were bloody
and I don't feel alright. I hit the bottom and I don't even care,
some say I'm going to hell, but I'm already there.

And if it still fucking hurts,
then you still fucking know
that you are still alive;
that you are still in control.

Do you ever get the feeling you don't want to talk to anybody?
You don't want to smile, and fake being happy
But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either
There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand
If you could have anything in the world it would be to be alone
People have stopped being comforting and being alone never was
But at least when you're alone there's no one to ask you 'What's wrong?'
And no one who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer
You feel the way you do just because you hope the feeling will pass soon
And that you will be able to be yourself again
But until then, you just have to wait

You were just a mistake that lasted too long.

I'm not depressed; I just hate everything
I'm not a horrible person; I just let everyone down
I'm not an outcast; everyone just hates me
I'm not in love; I just constantly think of him
I'm not a cutter; I just have to slice my wrists
I'm not a mistake; I'm just not supposed to be here
I'm not suicidal; I just want to die

I miss the comfort in being sad.

And she screams to the world
"I'm sick of this place!"

And for once, she didn't want to
sit there and wonder if she made
the right choice; all she wanted
was to be in his arms like before.

I just had to call you, I had to hear your voice
and tell you I still love you. We still have a choice.
You're sewn into fabric; the pieces of my life
and I just can't remember why we said goodbye.

You're so fucking special.

I wish I was special...

And She screams
"Am I good enough now?!?"
and she cries, and the blood is no surprise
Tears run down her face
Why couldn't he save her?
All he had to do was love her the way she loved him.

Little girl, little girl, what do you think you are doing?

You cannot save the world.  You cannot even save yourself.

I don’t care if it hurts.

I wanna have control.

I want a perfect body.

I want a perfect soul.

<---- She's so fucking pretty.