Hey,

My names Aqua and I don't think you'd really care about anything else.

Love At First Sight

Magnus' car - http://stwot.motortrend.com/files/2010/10/30860062.jpeg

Team B

Alec's room - http://homedesigndecorator.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/black-and-white-bedroom-on-25-creative-room-design-ideas-for-teenage-boys.jpg

Alec (Alex Evans)- http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9600000/Alex-alex-evans-9656413-758-551.jpg

Magnus (Adam Lambert)- http://cdn.crushable.com/files/2012/01/102652-Adam_Lambert_617_409.jpg

New Girl Hot Boy

Rashel's dress - http://www.dressitnow.com/catalog/product/gallery/id/2770/image/12196/.jpg

Itunes Personality Quiz:

1. Put your iTunes (or iPod) on shuffle

2. For each question, press the next button to get your next answer

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAMES NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

1. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

When love takes over

2. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Lies

3. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

Bleeding love

4. WHAT IS 22?

Innocence

5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Tell him

6. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Cry me out

7. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

The hell

8. WHAT DO YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Footprints in the Sand - Leona Lewis

9. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Fading

10. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

What have you done

11. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

Lets dance

12. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

Have you ever

13. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBIE/INTREST?

Dancing in the dark

14. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

What I've done

15. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

Chasing ghosts

16. WHAT IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?

Our Farewell

17. HOW WILL YOU DIE?

Frozen

18. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU WILL REGRET?

Crawling

19. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?

Am to Pm

20. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?

Blame it on the beat

21. WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?

Your love is my drug

22. WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?

Ten miles

23. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?

Love drunk

24. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?

The little things that give you away

25. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?

Hello

26. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?

Cant be tamed

1. Name: Aqua

2. Age: 15

3. Zodiac sign: Pisces

4. Male or Female : Female

5. Hair color: Brown with red highlights :3

6. Tall or short: Tall-ish

7. Are you ticklish: Only my feet and neck

8. Dress or jeans: Jeans bitches xD

9. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be: Fly..Cause I could rob a bank and fly away! :D

10. How many drugs have you done in the last three days: Shit...I don't know O.O A lot. That's all I'm saying.

11. What did your last text message you received on your cell say and who was it from: My mum...She said 'K'

12. What was your favorite tv show as a kid? Um...Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

13. Five things you would need to survive, if left alone on a deserted island: Food. Liquids (such as water, coke, wkd ect.) Internet. Laptop. Shelter

14. What is your best physical feature: Either my hair or my eyes :3

15. Do you have a crush on someone: Ian Somerhaulder...And Adam Lambert xD

16. What color are your bed sheets: Red and white

17. Piercings: Ears though I want a lip piercing :3

18. Pepsi or Coke: Coca cola :3

19. Been in an airplane: Yes

20. Been in a relationship: Yes

21. Do you talk to yourself: Only when I'm bored

22. What song(s) do you sing most often in the shower: Adam Lambert songs lol xD

23. What do you do when no one is around: I lick my cat O.o (Not really)

24. Bestest friend: My Katie kins

25. Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep: BLAZE OF GLORY!!! (sounds like a game O.O)

26. First Crush: A dickwad

27. Driven a car? Yeah, every played Burnout Revenge???

29. Last friend you talked to in person: Becky Boo :)

30. Do you "label" yourself: Yes..I label my self as 'mentally deranged emo freak'

31. Do you curse? All the time mothafucker!

32. If they made a movie about your life, what actor/actress would be you: Hmm..I don't know..Who would want to audition to be me?

33. Last movie you watched: PUSS IN BOOTS!

34. Last song you listened to: Shelter by Hedley :)

35. Last thing you bought: A very expensive necklace for my Katie Kins :)

36. Last person you hugged: My cat...

37. Last Food: My dinner.

38. Last Drink: Coke :)

39. What are you wearing? A top. My pj bottoms and my hoodie. Cause I rule

40. Favorite Flower: Snapdragon

41. Favorite Animal: Wolves

42. Favorite Colors: Red, black and white

43. Favorite Movie: Jaws

44. Favorite Subject: Art :)

I am a bad kid

( ) Smoked A Cigarette
(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex (family doesn't count)
(x) Are / Been In Love
(x) Dumped someone
(x) Had/Have A Crush On A Person Older Than You
(x) Skipped Class
(x) Seen Someone / Something Die
( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your deviantart Friends
(x) Been On A Plane
( ) Thrown Up From Drinking
( ) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been in a Mosh Pit
( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship
(x) Taken Pain Killers
(x) Liked/loved Someone Who You Cant Have
( ) Gone mudding
( ) Killed A Snake
(x) Stolen
(x) Been cheated on
(x) Been Misunderstood
( ) Been Suspended From School
(x) Had Detention
( ) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident
(x) Hated The Way You Look
( ) Witnessed A crime
( ) Pole danced
(x) Felt Like You Were Dying
(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep
( ) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins
(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(x) Made Prank Phone Calls
( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube
(x) Kicked A Fish -(and poked the eyes out)
(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
(x) Sat On A Roof Top
(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
( ) Gone Streaking -
(x) Visited Jail
( ) Played Chicken
(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger -
( ) Broken A Bone
( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one
(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried
(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed
( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone
(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You
(x) Cheated On A Test
( ) Gone Skinny Dipping
( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House
(x) Black-Mailed Someone
(x) Been Black-Mailed
(x) Been Used
(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs
(x) Licked A Cat - (uh...lets just say I wanted to give my cats a proper bath xD)
(x) Bitten Someone
(x) Licked Someone
( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint
( ) Flattened someones tires
( ) Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on
( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas
( ) stabbed someone
(x) done any drugs (All the time actually O.O)
(x) Made someone bleed
( ) Had sex in public (that's gross)
(x) Robbed someone
(x) Kissed someone

If you have 00-10 ... write [I'm a goody-goody]
If you have 11-20 ... write [I'm below average]
If you have 21-30 ... write [I'm average]
If you have 31-40 ... write [I'm a bad kid]
If you have 41-50 ... write [I'm a horrible person]
If you have 51-60 ... write [I should be in jail] -
If you have 61-70 ... write [I should be dead]

Click!

YOUR GUY SIDE:

You love hoodies.
You love jeans.
Dogs are better than cats.
It's hilarious when people get hurt.
You've played with/against boys on a team.
Shopping is torture.
Sad movies suck.
You own/ed an X-Box.
Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.
At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
You own/ed a DS, PS2 or Sega.
You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
You watch sports on TV.
Gory movies are cool.
You go to your dad for advice.
You own like a trillion baseball caps.
Baggy pants are cool to wear
You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
Talk with food in your mouth.
Sleep with your socks on at night--sometimes

TOTAL: 11

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

You wear lip gloss/chapstick.
You love to shop.
You wear eyeliner.
You wear the color pink
Go to your mom for advice.
You consider cheerleading a sport.
You hate wearing the color black.
You like hanging out at the mall.
You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
You like wearing jewelry.
Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
You don't like the movie Star Wars.
You were in gymnastics/dance.
It takes you around/ more one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.
You smile a lot more than you should.
You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
You care about what you look like.
You like wearing dresses when you can.
You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.
You love the movies.
Used to play with dolls as little kid.
Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy/joke of it.
Like being the star of every thing.

Total: 8

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This is Bunny.
Copy Bunny into your profile to help him on his way to world domination.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 81, and find line 4.

"He must have the magic touch"

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?

My school bag

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

Doctor Who

4. Without looking, guess what time it is:

5:24pm

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?

5:16pm

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

Music

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

Coming home from school

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?

A drawing

9. What are you wearing?

School clothes (too lazy to change)

10. Did you dream last night?

Yes...cabbages are actually quite scary

11. When did you last laugh?

Dunno :P

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

Pen

13. Seen anything weird lately?

Too many things O.O

14. What do you think of this quiz?

Random

15. What is the last film you saw?

Pirates of the Caribbean

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?

MONSTER ENERGY DRINKS!!!!!!!!!!!

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:

I don't know what to write

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

Turn everything into candy :D Apart from toilet paper

19. Do you like to dance?

Eh, kinda

20. George Bush:

What about him?

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

Rose or Adrianna

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

Dean

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?

Yep

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?

"Go to Hell" :D

Cutters Lullaby

Go to sleep and close your eyes

Dream of broken butterflies

That tore their wings against a thorn

You know the pain that they've endured

Silver metal shine so bright

Scarlet blood that feels so right

Dream of blood trickling down

And wake up just before you drown

The moonlight shining off your tears

As you bleed out your worse fears

So tonight when you start to cry

Whisper the cutters lullaby

Hush-a-bye baby your almost dead

You don't have a pulse your pillow is red

Your family hates you

Your friends let you bleed

Sleep tonight with a knife

Cause it's all that you need

Rock-a-bye baby broken and scared

You didn't know life would be this hard

Time to end the pain you hid so well

And down will come baby

Straight back to Hell

I love you so deeply

I love you so much

I love the sound of your voice

And the way that we touch

I love your warm smile

And your kind thoughtful way

The joy that you bring

To my life everyday.

I love you today

As I have from the start

And I'll love you forever

With all of my heart

Have you ever sat up at night

And just let your barrier down?

Brick by brick.

I've sat in silence and cried..

Plenty of times.

I've let it defeat me

Made me think I'm worthless,

I let the burden of my thoughts get to me.

Like safety pins and razors...

I regret it,

Now I've got the scars...

They remind me..

Of how scarlet red trickled down my skin.

I regret the pleasure it gave me,

How I felt I needed it to happen

I regret that I let my family and friends...

Down. Discover. Drown in pain.

All because..

I let the anxiety and wretchedness reach me.

I let it control me...

The pain, the pleasure

It gave me peace.

Makes me cringe.

The thoughts I think.

Overtake me sometimes,

Sometimes..

I like to go back

To the feelings,

To the way it was cold against my skin.

Sometimes...

I think I'm good enough to stop.

But something reminds me.

I'm not.

Just sometimes.

I'd like to end it all..

Only sometimes.

Rain, rain, go away,

Because of you the pain will stay.

Slit my throat, cut out my heart,

Leave me here, tear it apart.

Poison tears stream down my face,

My heart beats at a steady pace

As I try to stand again;

Alone and standing in the rain.

I don't need you anymore...

Is what I think while tears pour.

I hate you like I hate my life;

But love is what cuts like a knife

Love is death and death is you;

It's pain stains like a black tattoo.

Those memories come back again.

And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head

Like a long, silk ribbon, ties by a thread,

To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull..

...Now just a memory that's faded and dull.

Drowning in a darkness

Of deep despair

Believing the lies I hear

And seeing truths not there

See the rays of sunlight

They shine upon your scars

Reaching for that broken smile

Among the hidden stars

Hearing the tear drops

Falling from your eyes

Believe my hidden secrets

And tell my stolen lies

Bring me to the surface

Give me air to breathe

Let me see the sorrow

Upon my broken dreams

I am a poet writing about my pain.

I am person recovering and trying to gain.

I am your daughter who is trying to learn.

I am your sister who is starting to turn.

I am your friend acting like I am fine.

I am a wisher wishing you weren't mine.

I am a girl who thinks about suicide.

I am a teenager who pushes her feelings aside.

I am a student who knows nothing.

I am the one asking you to care.

I am your best friend hoping you will be there.

This emotion runs deep.

Deeper than words can speak.

A burning sensation held deep inside her heart.

She knew she had to feel it some day from the start.

But now that she felt it, she thinks it will never let go.

Held deep inside her , you never see it, it will never show.

These feelings she held for so long.

Trapping her self in the dark forgetting right or wrong.

Her heart cries when she thinks of this emotion.

Trying to tell this depression yet she starts choking...

She's not joking, words unspoken,

Still...

No emotion...showing

Trapped inside this body

Imprisoned here against my will

No choice my own

Every move decided by this angel who has taken possession of this body

On the surface you see a happy girl,

smiles, laughter, the whole package.

But beneath that..

in the core..

there's a Demon.

Just waiting to come out the moment that pretty little angel leaves.

Its only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose and that ugly demon rips free.

Taking full control of me.

Me? No, not me. My body.

I have been gone for a long time..

and chances are, I'm not coming back.

I am depression

You know me for destroying people's lives

My mother is the drugs you take to ease your pain

My father is the pain you feel everyday

I was born in your thoughts, that can't be erased

I live in your memories, that last forever

My best friend is death

Because we work as one, we live to make you grieve

My enemy is life

Because I long to bring you pain

I fear for the worst

Because it is not the terms I wish for

I love to make you sad

Because that is how I am

I dream to make you miserable

She is happy, I'm sad

She has friends, I don't

People understand her,

No one understands me

She feels happiness and love,

I feel pain and sadness,

She doesn't cry,

I cry all the time

She will have someone to love,

I never will

She is pretty in pink,

I'm dark and black

She is warm inside

I'm always cold

She doesn't bleed tears,

I do everyday

Her heart is red,

Mine is black

she doesn't have emotions,

I have emotion

Her emotions don't run her life

Mine does

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain

I am the gentle autumns rain.

Do not stand at my grave and mourn

I am the dew flecked grass at dawn

Where tranquil oceans meet the land

I am the footprints in the sand

To guide you through the weary day

I am still here, I'll always stay

When you wake up to mornings hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the starts that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there...I did not die

Trust me, I know how it feels.

I know how it hurts.

I know you cry in the shower so no one will hear your screams.

I know you wait until everyone goes to sleep to fall apart.

It's not always easy but I know exactly what that feels like.

I'm not going to stress over you any more.

It isn't worth it.

I tried to work something out but you just ignored it.

I'm not trying to say I don't want you, because I defiantly do.

All I'm saying is I'm done chasing after you.

I've changed so much lately.

Every single say I wake up different.

I feel like I'm fading with each step.

All everyone else sees are smiles.

They say I'm doing much better.

I know I'm doing much worse.

I tell myself tomorrow holds better days but it just never really happens any more...

And even make-up couldn't make her beautiful because real beauty comes from loving yourself and that's something she could never do.

Don't hold strong opinions about things you don't understand.

Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will follow you.

It's hard to answer the question "what's wrong" when nothings right.

I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.

Maybe one day it will be okay again. That's all I want. I don't care what it takes. I just want to be okay again.

When I was younger crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I'm older crying seems to be the only option.

I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts to much to hold on anymore.

You say I'm always happy, and that I'm good at what I do, but what you'll never realize is, I'm a damn good actress too.

Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I'm happy.

Tired of living and scared of dying.

I don't necessarily want to be happy; I just want to stop feeling miserable.

Don't fall into the trap of pretending everything's fine when you know it isn't.

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.

I'm just learning how to smile, and that's not easy to do.

Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone, then to cry all alone.

I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled the one who could brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own.

Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realized it was just starting to fall apart.

Stop the world I wanna get off.

I bleed for you that's why I cut, those simple scars are just deep thoughts.

You bleed just to know your alive.

Death is God's way of saying you're fired. Suicide is humans way of saying you can't fire me, I quit.

I don't know what I want in life. I don't know what I want right now. All I know is that I'm hurting so much inside that it's eating me, and one day, there won't be any of me left.

Everything that ever caused a tear to trickle down my cheek, I run away and hide from it. But now, everything is unwinding and finding its way back towards me. And I don't know what to do. I just know that pain I felt so long ago, it's hurting ten time more.

It's the loneliest feeling in the world - to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say "what's the matter with her?" I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away.

You start life with a clean slate. Then you begin to make your mark. You face decisions, make choices. You keep moving forward. But sooner or later there comes a time where you look back over where you have been and wonder who you really are.

I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.

I know it seems like I'm this strong person who can get though anything, but inside I'm fragile. I've had so many things thrown at me, and each one has only made a crack. What I'm afraid of is shattering.

Maybe I am crazy but laughing makes the pain pass by.

I love sleep. My life has this tendency to fall apart when I'm awake.

I know what its like to want to die; how it hurts to smile; how you try to fit in but you can't; how you hurt yourself on the outside; to try to kill the thing that's in the inside.

Even the people who never frown eventually breakdown.

How can you understand me when I can't understand myself?

I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being.

It's like I realized that way down inside, I've always been lonely for something. But I don't know what for. It's like everybody in the world want's something. Only they never really know exactly what it is - they just keep finding out what it's not. You know how, when you turn off the TV or you come out of some concert, and everything just feels empty? Like you thought that would be what you wanted, and then it wasn't?

You look at me and think, 'she's so happy' but there's so much behind this little smile that you will never know.

Do you ever have those times you cry and you don't know why?

People are always telling me to smile, like smiling is going to just take away all the hurt and pain. Well I've tried that I've tried hiding my sorrows and covering the sadness in smiles and what I've learned is that when it hurts this much inside your heart always has a way of showing it no matter how many masks you wear.

Let no one think I gave in.

The pain is there to remind me that I'm still alive.

It seems to me that the harder I try the harder I fall.

Refuse to feel anything at all, refuse to slip, refuse to fall, can't be weak, can't stand still, watch your back because no one else will.

There's no excuse for the need to take your own life away, everyone passes through some rough obstacles if life, just face them as they come along, there's always a way to overcome those obstacles, and learn from your experiences.

If you can't solve it, it isn't a problem - it's reality. And sometimes reality is the hardest thing to understand and the thing that takes the longest to realize. But once it hits you in the face you'll never forget it. It will always be there in your memories and sometimes that is the best way to look at it.

It's funny the way you can get use to the tears and the pain.

What do you do when you become too scared, too scared to live, too scared to die, too scared to love, too scared to even care?

You can't just hug me and say it's okay because right now... it doesn't feel that way...

Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be but you just can't because things have changed so much.

I just wish I could roll back the clocks to when things were the same... then we were all just a bunch of crazy teenagers looking for a wild time. But now, thing aren't the same. Each of us have gone our different ways. We change, people change, things just change, and we aren't those crazy teenagers looking for a wild time anymore. We're teenagers looking for a person to love and a person to hug when we're in need.

Sometimes I think that if I wasn't so good at pretending to be, I'd be better at actually being happy.

Her sadness did not have that. It dripped slowly into her life without her noticing it, at least, not noticing it until it consumed her fully and smothered her with darkness.

I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else, it seems... when I'm all alone it's best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say good-bye. Everything is temporary anyway.

Everybody's searching for a hero. People need someone to look up to. I never found anyone who fulfilled my need... a lonely place to be, and so I learned to depend on me.

Pain is your friend, it tells you when you're seriously injured, it keeps you awake and angry but the best thing about it is it lets you know that you're alive.

I have a tendency to hurt myself physically, when I'm hurting inside.

When your sure you've had enough of this life... don't let yourself go... because everybody cries... everybody hurts sometimes... sometimes everything is wrong.

Some of us are just trying to get through the day without falling apart.

Every night before I go to sleep I lie on my bed and stare up at my blank walls. I try to imagine the future, but right now it's as blank as those walls. All I can see is a past that I barely recognize any more.

I don't want the world to see me, because I don't think that they'd understand.

Look at me. You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me.

There's a smile on my face but I don't know why it's there... I put it on to satisfy all the people that don't even care.

I'm often silent when I am screaming inside.

The deepest people are the ones who've been hurt the most.

Someone once asked me, 'Why do you always insist on taking the hard road?' I replied, 'Why do you assume I see two roads?'

Wear a mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes. The debt we pay to human guile, with torn and broken hearts, we smile.

Sometimes I feel like nobody has held me down and forced me to cry or made me hug them, or seen to the inside of me. I just say 'oh I'm fine' and walk away. Nobody's ever said to me 'no you're not'.

Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to 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 want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone 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 all you can do is wait.

Some people try to understand, but nobody can know what living like this is like.

You never know when you wake up, if all will be the same, or if you'll be back in your dark place, again to feel the pain.

No one can see the pain what we hide, they're happy for us to keep it inside, our fear is our own; they don't want to know. Why should we involve them; why should it show.

Our generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

So drop the little razor, and pick up your life, forget all the bad things, the pain and the strife.

I'm not my usual self being quiet and lonely isn't 'me' crying all night, acting all day this isn't how it's supposed to be.

I'm hurting so bad inside I just wish you could see... I'm struggling to be someone that isn't even close to me.

Beware the person who has nothing to lose.

In the end, music is your only friend.

When your going thru hell... it's best to just keep on going...

What's the point in screaming? No ones listening anyway.

I'm young and I'm hopeless... I'm lost and I know this... I'm going nowhere fast... that's what they say... I'm troublesome, I've fallen... I'm angry at my father... it's me against this world and I don't care.

She's not the kind of girl who likes to tell the world about the way she feels about herself.

Did it surprise you that I am not who you thought I was? Did it surprise you to find that I don't exactly stand for what you thought I stood for all along? Did it surprise you to find that I'm not exactly how I played myself out to be? That the person you thought I was is actually nothing to what I am.

Everyone sees who I appear to be but only a few know the real me, you only see what I choose to show there's so much behind my smile you just don't know.

I like having low self-esteem it makes me feel special.

Take it from someone who's fallen... it's a long way down.

They say you need to pray, if you want to go to heaven. But they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.

The only thing standing between me and total happiness is reality.

The beautiful thing about music is when it hits you, you fell no pain.

True strength is holding it together when everyone else would understand if you fall apart.

The only thing worse then being hated is being ignored. At least when they hate you they treat you like you exist.

There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.

Rock bottom is good solid ground, and a dead end street is just a place to turn around.

She is the quietest kind of rebel.

She could shut out the whole world, including herself.

Our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real.

Nothing can stop me now because I don't care anymore.

In that one instance I hated everyone in my life, everyone and everything, and me most of all.

She was like a flower that had been battered by a storm, but not quite destroyed. Gradually, she began to strengthen and bloom again.

She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad and that's important you know.

I'll fake all the smiles, if it stops all the questions.

Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words left unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeated inside my head.

I've been a loser all my life. I'm not about to change. If you don't like it, there's a door. Nobody made you stay.

But its ironic because that's how I live my life. I smile on the outside, and everyone thinks I'm doing fine but I'm always dieing inside, always one step away from the edge you know? I can't be happy to be who I am because I don't know who I am anymore.

Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.

I just like playing games with people, I always hope there'll be someone smart enough to see through me but you're all so stupid.

I wouldn't be surprised if I was voted most likely to kill everyone at a high school dance.

If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.

QUIET! I can't hear you & all the voices in my head at the same time!

If you hold back your feelings because you are afraid of getting hurt, you end up hurting anyway.

Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels.

When you quit fearing pain, when you learn to love the pain, you will lose all fear of everything.

Just because some people don't cry, doesn't mean they're not suffering.

I cut to prove to you that you are not the only one that can hurt me.

The sky isn't always blue. The sun doesn't always shine. So it's okay to fall apart sometimes.

You do it to yourself... and that's why it really hurts.

I used to have many faults, now I have only two - everything I say and everything I do...

I've come to the point where nothing matters anymore, and things I used to care about aren't worth fighting for.

I am not what I ought to be, not what I want to be, but I am thankful that I am better than I used to be...

Those who say sunshine brings happiness have never danced in the rain.

I'm not afraid of the gun in my hand, I'm not afraid of dying, I'm just afraid of the pain it will bring, and to see my best friends crying.

Are you running away from something you don't want? Or running away from something you're afraid to want?

I wear my scars proudly. They represent the battles through which I have gone, and I am proud because those battles I have won.

You have no idea what I can do.

The insane are sane and the sane are insane in a world of craziness.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the moment one area of your life starts going okay, another part of it falls spectacularly to pieces.

I believe in whatever gets you through the night. Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four am knows all my secrets. four am is when my dreams die.

No matter what you do or say, there's nothing that you can do to make people understand you.

Damaged people are dangerous, they know they know they can survive.

People dislike alcoholics, but they still drink at parties. People sit in non-smoking section in restaurants, but still enjoy the occasional nicotine jolt. People have strong feelings against self-injurers, but they also take all their emotions out on other people.

Such a pretty girl, happy in an ugly place. Watching all the pretty people do lots of ugly things.

The apple fall far from the tree she's rotten and so beautiful I'd like to keep her here with me and tell her that she's beautiful she takes the pills to fall asleep and dreams that she's invisible tormented dreams she stays awake recalls when she was capable...

Without pain, there would be no suffering, with out suffering we would never learn from out mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there's no way of life.

If I would kill myself tonight, who would remember me tomorrow?

No more joy - No more sadness - No emotion - Only madness. I can't see. I don't feel. I can't touch. I don't heal.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

Skin is beautiful, don't ruin it with scars just because your life isn't as beautiful. For once life becomes beautiful to you again, your skin wont be so beautiful anymore.

Life it seems, will fade away drifting further every day getting lost within myself nothing matters no one else I have lost the will to live simply nothing more to give.

I am sad but I'm laughing.

Everybody knows that something's wrong but nobody knows what's going on.

We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?

The question isn't 'who is going to let me'; it's 'who is going to stop me'.

And sometimes I have really bad day... when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something...

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

I only smile in the dark.

Every so often I want to dig my fingernails underneath my skin and peel off the face everybody's so used to seeing me in. Every so often I want people to know that I'm not as okay as they think I am.

It wasn't a suicide attempt, it was an escape from everything awful. When I cut, I'm in control - I make my own pain and I can stop it whenever I want. Physical pain relieves mental anguish. For a brief moment, the pain of cutting is the only thing in my mind, and when that stops and the other comes back, it is weaker. Drugs do that too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing is like cutting.

To be loved to madness - such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial that could drive away the eating loneliness of her days.

These cuts are leaving creases. Trace the scars, to fit the pieces, to tell your story, you don't need to say a word.

Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely.

A pill to make you numb, a pill to you make you dumb, a pill to make you anybody else, but all the drugs in this world won’t save her from herself.

We're all quite mad here. Ha... ha ha ha ha ha! You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.

If you don't like the way I am, then don't come around me. If you don't like the way that I talk, then don't listen. If you don't like the way I dress, then don't look. But don't waste my time telling me about it. I don't care.

Reality has exiled me; I am no longer bound by it's laws.

Sometimes you can cry until there is nothing left wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray all you want to whatever god you think will listen. And still, it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent... it would not be because it cared.

Sometimes I sit and watch the ink leak from my pen. It comforts me to know something else bleeds the way I do.

It's an interesting feeling, really, to scroll through all the numbers in your phone, and realize that there is no one who will understand.

My skin is burnt but it heals my heart, with growing pride I’ll wear my scars, I am honored by you hate.

I guess for some people its always a little easier to appreciate the rainy days instead of sunny days...

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces. Each one is different, but they're always the same. They mean me no harm but its time that I face it, they'll never allow me to change... But, I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong... I'm moving on.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now

Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.

Do you remember the days when you were a child and simply running outside made you happy? What happened to them?

There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight and there's nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright...

I can't stop crying... I don't understand, and it's not the loud, screaming crying... it's just the tears continuously roll down my face, and I can't do anything to stop them.

Someday I'll fly away.

This isn't a perfect world. People do get hurt. You smile when you feel like crying. You act like you're ok, when you're falling apart inside. And you try to let go, you try to move on, because you know there's nothing else you could do.

I have no clue why I do what I do. It feels good to have cold metal press against my skin as my problems tear at my soul. The blood drips softly and I cry silently. No one will ever understand me except for other people like me.

Close your eyes, and imagine 5, 10, 15 years from now. You are with your husband and maybe 2, 3 or so kids and your a very happy family, and very self-full-filled and your life is perfect just the way you had always dreamed and hoped, and then your little 5 year old child asks you: "mommy, why do you have all those white scars on your arm?" and then what will you say? I used to take a razor and pull it down real slow and carefully and watch the blood drop out of my skin so that I could see that I am still alive, or so I could feel real physical pain instead of emotional pain. No you can't say that to your child. and even if you do then your child will learn from you and do the same to themselves when ever they are feeling down. you don't really want that now do you.

What you think is what you are. what you peruse becomes your reality

You ask why I say nothings wrong when really everything is. You should know what wrong. Your my friends, your making bad decions and its killing me to see you suffer like you are. You just never see how what your doing effects me because you don’t care enough to look and see.

I cry then I cut, then I cry again, it never ends

I was lost. There was nobody for me to talk to about all that you were troubling me with. So I sat alone, with everything inside, and cried myself to sleep.

When you talk about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.

The skin of a scar is stronger than the original, less aware of pain...

Self-injury is a sign of distress not madness. We should be congratulated on having found a way of surviving.

When I cut myself, I feel so much better. All the little things that might have been annoying me suddenly seem trivial because I'm concentrating on the pain.

Scars are tattoos with better stories.

We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, students, and business owners. We have depression, DID, PTSD, eating disorders, borderline personalities, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some were not. We are straight, bi, and gay. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every single race or religion that you can possibly think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.

You see her sitting there and you think 'shes so sad' but its not that shes sad, shes simply given up on pretending to be happy, shes tired of getting up every morning and putting on her fake smile, telling herself 'today will be better'. She doesnt want to be an inconvenience or a bother anymore...she has stopped looking for the light switch in the dark room she calls her life.

If you forget all else remember just this, there are people who love you and want you happy... without you their life would be empty.

In reality, I'm slowly losing my mind. Underneath the guise of smile, gradually I'm dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly. Cause I don’t want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering. So I wear my disguise till I go home at night and turn down all the lights and then I break down and cry.

Everyone is asking me how I feel, how I am and truthly I feel numb. I cant feel anything and honestly I like it.

Depression is such a strong emotion, its regret, fear, frustration, isolation, a choice, and sometimes even a form of protection.

Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space.

Why don't you just sit down, close your eyes and invent your own world? When you were little you did, even with your eyes open.

Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we all hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth - that when you look closely, people are so strange and complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me.

As long as you know everything is a lie then you can't hurt yourself.

Do you ever have one of those days where nothing really goes wrong but you feel like you hate the world and the smallest thing that happens can make you break down right there and cry?

Cutters are living proof that when the body is ravaged the soul cries out and when the soul is trampled upon, the body bleeds.

I'm playing a game I can't win, I keep losing and losing, why do I keep playing? To me it isn't about winning or losing, I'm just enjoying the game.

The drastic steps I'm taking are just an act of desperation, no one's gonna miss me so what the hell. I fought and lied I drank too much. Hurt everyone I ever touched, just how much I hurt you is hard to tell. It's not some kind of cry for help just good bye I wish you well because I love you I'm gonna kill myself.

I won't leave a note for anyone to find tomorrow they will know what I've done here tonight.

Do you ever lay in bed at night hoping you wake up in the emergency room and hear the words "shes not going to make it?"

I certainly didn't tell anyone; I didn't advertise that I was doing this, but I didn't necessarily also make sure no one could see that I was injured. In fact, I felt proud of it; I felt good about it. It was like a battle scar: it proved that I had been grievously wounded and survived. When I hid my scars, I did so because I didn't want anyone to think I was a basket case or a mental case and to look down on me or to pity me or to stop hanging out with me - leave me because they couldn't. handle me...

You know when you cut yourself really badly, it doesn't hurt at all for awhile you don't feel anything - death, our reaction to death is sort of like that you don't feel anything at all and then later on you begin to hurt.

Pull the shades - razor blades - you're so tragic. i hate you so but love you more. i'm so elastic - the things you say - games you play - dirty magic.

I did not, you see, want to kill myself. Not at that time, anyway. But I wanted to know that if need be, if the desperation got so terribly bad, I could inflict harm on my body. And I could. Knowing this gave me a sense of peace and power, so I started cutting up my legs all the time. Hiding the scars from my mother became a sport of its own. I collected razor blades, I bought a Swiss Army knife, I became fascinated with different kinds of sharp edges and the different cutting sensations they produced. I tried out different shapes - squares, triangles, pentagons, even an awkwardly carved heart, with a stab wound at its center, wanting to see if it hurt the way a real broken heart could hurt. I was amazed and pleased to find that it didn't.

First time I cut was just to feel the pain, Strange because I didn't feel a thing.

It wasn't because I wanted to die, I just wanted the pain to finally stop.

I have to cut because it's the only way I can smile.

Let me give you some advice-- if you are gonna lie about something at least make sure it's worth lying about.

I've always been the good girl. The girl whose parents that she would grow up and actually become something. But I'm not like that anymore. I never thought I'd drink or snort those pills but I guess I was wrong. Now that I've done it I don't wanna stop. It's like cutting, once you drag that blade across your skin you can't stop. You don't wanna stop. I know you wanted a perfect teenage girl but in reality there isn't one.

Those feelings that are the most painful are those ones that nobody can explain no quote can describe... and no tears or
smiles can make them go away.They're the ones that hurt the deepest the ones that last the longest and take forever to
forget about .

Sometimes I feel like no one cares. Sometimes I feel like no one is there. Sometimes I want to kill myself. Sometimes I think I need some help. Sometimes I feel like I'm alone. Sometimes I'm in an empty zone. Sometimes I feel like I'm not alive. Sometimes I wonder if I'm deprived. Sometimes I think the world should end. Sometimes I think I have no friends. Sometimes I want to make them see that sometimes I wish I wasn't me...

I'm so broken. not half full, not half empty, not ever cracked. I'm just broken. I can't exist anymore. I can barely function. there's nothing left to me. and I don't care.

Cutting is a stepping stone for me. All my life I have been put through so much emotional pain and I've let myself just sit and drown in it. I cant physically or emotionally do it anymore. So I cut. It temporaily takes my pain away until I am able to remove myself from all feeling. I am detached from everything right now... I am numb

Please don't blame yourself for any of the stupid shit that I choose to do. None of this is your fault. I'm the one who makes these bad decisions so I'm the one who pays the consequences.

They didn't know that she was planning something. Most people thought she was perfectly fine. She was good at pretending...but some people knew she wasn't okay but they didn't realize how bad it was. She would party every weekend. She was border line alcoholic rarely going 48 hours without being 100% sober. She tried finding comfort in anything even if that meant fucking some guy she just met one night while she had been drinking. Everyday was going by as a blur. They didn't know that she cried herself to sleep every night. They didn't know that she had practiced cutting herself so many times. They didnt know that she had written and rewritten letters to all the people she cared about most telling them she loved them and apologizing. She even wrote one to the person who was most important to her, who wouldn't understand what had happened because she was to young. She wanted her to know it wasn't her fault and she loved her dearly. They just didn't know. They found her surrounded... in her own blood. They finally knew... they finally realized that she really wasn't okay and the rumors, and the fake friends, and the guys who liked her for all the wrong reasons, and the family, and the lies, and the unperfect body that she saw that everyone else thought was close to perfect, had gotten to her. She finally had the courage to press down hard enough... and they finally knew that she planned this.

It's not how tragically we suffer but how miraculously we live.

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.

'm not guna give a fuck anymore... If you hurt me, I'm gonna hurt you. That's how it's gonna be from now on...

How can you hide from what never goes away?

One morning you wake up afraid to live.

...it all becomes completely numbing, like so much pounding on a frozen paralyzed limb that bruises but no longer feels.

But then I never had to worry about crash landing because I never took off.

It was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infitrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry - school, homework, boyfriends, the future, the lack of future, the uncertainty of the future, fear of future, fear in general - but it was so hard to say exactly what the problem was in the first place - The Dead Girl

On top of feeling sad, I also felt guilty.

I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I'd been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn't quite answer any longer.

I don't care that I don't care, but I do care maybe a little bit about not caring about not caring - but maybe I do feel sorry for all the nice people whose efforts are wasted on a waste case like me.

The have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.

I did not, you see, want to kill myself. Not at that time, anyway. But I wanted to know that if need be, if the desperation got so terribly bad, I could inflict harm on my body. And I could. Knowing this gave me a sense of peace and power, so I started cutting up my legs all the time. Hiding the scars from my mother became a sport of its own. I collected razor blades, I bought a Swiss Army knife, I became fascinated with different kinds of sharp edges and the different cutting sensations they produced. I tried out different shapes - squares, triangles, pentagons, even an awkwardly carved heart, with a stab wound at its center, wanting to see if it hurt the way a real broken heart could hurt. I was amazed and pleased to find that it didn't.

There were times when she thought she didn't need to do it anymore, times when she thought she was done with it. Cutting made her feel like she was... special, like she had something. She liked having the ability to inflict pain whenever she wanted, and she liked that she could stop it. Not that she really wanted to. When she thought she was done, it made her empty, unsure if this was really living. She would ask herself if this was happiness, and told herself that if it was, she hated it. Cutting made her feel different then everyone else, but she also knew that other people did it for the same reasons, that made her feel that she was a part of something. Then there were times when the tears from her eyes burned a path down her cheek, and her throat was so tight she couldn't scream no matter how much she tried. Those times she would find relief only by cutting up her skin and bleeding out all the painful screams. The pain of living altogether flowed from one simple cut. She didn't care where she cut, arms, legs, stomach, or wrists. As long as she keeps cutting she can live to tomorrow.

You cry yourself to sleep at night I've heard your strangled sobs piercing through the darkness. wishing I could help. You cut your self to take control. I've seen mangled scars running up your arms as plentiful as veins. Wishing I could help You starve your self to grasp what's left I've seen you, thin and not even trying to live. Wishing I could help through all these things I've seen you, wished I could take away the pain. then you took it away your self. I wished I could've helped.

Unperfect. That's what you can call me. After all I am me, and don't fit a certain category. I'm just a girl who lives life day by day and always manages to put a smile on my face. Even if that day I'm a complete mess.

What is depression really? Is there one concrete definition, or has the meaning loosened as our generation has continued it's downhill descent? To me, depression is simply my life. I'm not suicidal. I'm not a cutter. I don't hate the world. I don't dress completely in black. I'm just sad. I've been sad for what feels like my entire life, but that's not true. I was happy once and I can vaguely remember what it felt like, but I can't touch it. I can't get that happiness back, I don't know how. That's what depression is to me, knowing what happiness is, but never being able to touch it, to feel it.

One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what's going on with you. How could anybody realize what's happening? Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow. But for you, there's no difference in the days. They pass monotonously. And before you know it, it's all gone.

When it seems like everything is wrong and will never be right again remember even the darkest nights must give way to day.

The one person who really knows me best says I'm like a cat, the kind of cat that you just can't pick up and throw into your lap. Yeah the kind who doesn't mind being held only when it's her idea. Yeah the kind who feels what she decides to feel when she's good and ready to feel it. Now I am prowling through the backyard and I am hiding under the car and I've gotten out of everything I've gotten into so far and I eat when I am hungry and I travel alone. Just outside the glow of the house is where I feel most at home.

She cuts herself. Never too deep, never enough to die. But enough to feel the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside.

You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice, then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation enough. Cutting was my all-purpose solution. My scars ought to be a charm bracelet of memonics, each a permanent reminder of its precipitating event, but maybe the most disturbing thing I can say about the history of my cutting is that for the most part I can't even remember the when’s and the whys behind those wounds. It didn't take much to make me cut. Frustration, humiliation, insecurity, guilt, remorse, loneliness... I cut 'em all out. They were like a poison, caustic and destructive, as though lye had been siphoned into my veins. The only way I could survive them, I thought, was to keep draining them from my blood.

How many cuts could I count? How many could I place in time and context? I had to admit that I couldn't remember the occasion of almost any of them, their catalysts, whether epic or mundane, completely obscured by time. So many moments of supposedly unendurable pain, now utterly forgotten. u start to think, Maybe I don't need this anymore. Maybe I never did I was trying to get equilibrium from two extremes: either I was so upset that I had to cut myself to relieve it, or I was so numb that I had to cut myself to get back to being there.

Let the blood run down your arms then try and tell me everything's okay.

I take the blade and run it gently against my skin, it cuts in deeper and deeper, the blood bursts out and slowly runs down my arm then it stops and the pain goes away.

Cutting doesn't solve anything or take the pain away, but for those few seconds everything is Okay...

Some times in stead of cutting an X on my wrist I make a cross so that the Lord can forgive me for destroying my body, and I also pray that the pain stops as the blood slowly drips onto my sheets.

Crimson tears run down my arm, All the pain and all the harm. My only way to let it out, I wanna scream, I wanna shout. But I don’t make a sound, I keep it inside. I wanna break out, but instead I hide. I sit in my room, and hide in my shell, The life that I’m living, my own private hell. The crimson tears, down my arm they run. I look down at my arm, what have I done?

Every word, another scar, Some people say I cut for attention, Attention is the last thing I want, I tell them I've got my reasons, But what they don't know is, They are the reason I cut, I walk the halls and people talk, Their harsh words cut in deep, Don't they know what they're doing, Every word they say is another scar on my wrist.

As she's breaking down she grabs her razor and she whispers... this time I'm not okay...

I never knew that one singe blade could mess up my life...

There is nothing sadder than a child who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know that he does not wish to be a part of it...

You're scared because you don't understand... I'm scared because I do.

I'm okay... isn't that what I'm suppose to say?

Depression is merely anger minus the enthusiasm.

I don't cut...
I fell...
I don't cut...
My dog bit me...
I would always tell you,
These easy lies.
When you really didn't know,
I do cut, and cry, and lie.
You don't know me,
So don't even try.

The razor moves along her wrist like a river, so peacefully, as that red water starts to escape, its hard to make it stop.

Nothing is more dear to them than their own suffering - they are afraid that they will lose it - They feel it, like a whip cracking over their heads, striking them and yet befriending them; it wounds them, but it also reassures them.

Why? Why do I feel so gone? I am now so distant I just don't belong. Now I'm ripped away from existence. I've become so transparent that I lost all substance. Sitting nowhere, breathing fake air. We don't feel anymore, so we can't care. Its about time I clear my throat. Let the hellish screams out till I begin to float. I'd run a million miles from here, just to get out of this cage and escape from fear. You know you're screwed when you crave pain, you wanna bleed all throughout your brain. The blood in my veins is proof of life. I'm not sure if its there, so I reveal it with a knife. Not me any more, don't know myself. Prisoner in my own skin, I no longer comprehend health. It's all in the family they used to say. It's all in the family so it must be ok. They hurt and rape her, they slash and tear her, they kill and torture, they love the terror. We are our own army so lets retaliate. Fight, destroy, show them real hate. Look at the fire in her eyes. That roaring beast never hides. She lost all she ever had. Blood seeps through her skin cause it hurts so bad. Her shattered heart pounds against her breast, scattered pieces cutting holes in her chest. Slowly she fades as she quickly she drowns. Covered in guilt, sequestered from sounds. Tilting on the edge, about to fall off. Her mind is so lacerated it has become leathery and soft.

That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own.

How will you know I am hurting, If you cannot see my pain? To wear it on my body Tells what words cannot explain.

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

I'm freezing, I'm starving, I'm bleeding to death, Everything's fine.

Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.

Don't let yourself become so angry that you stop loving, because one day, you'll wake up from that anger, and the person you love will be gone.

Tough times don't last but tough people do. fuck your past … don't let is fuck with you...

That's the problem with cutting. Once you start, you can't stop. It's addicting, cutting is my drug. It serves its purpose perfectly. Once I cut, I forget about everything that has been wrong. All that is left is my concentration on my cut. I forget about everything but the pain. Pain has become my world.

When a girl is silent, that’s pretty dangerous. She’s either over thinking, tired of waiting, about to blow, lonely, needs a hug, falling apart or crying inside. and most probably all of those above.

I'm a good enough person to forgive you. But I'm not stupid enough to trust you. Because trust is like glass - once it's broken it's hard to fix.

I have 5 fingers for a reason

My pinky;

Is for my best friend and the promises I'll never break

My ring finger;

Is for that special guy when the time is right

My middle finger;

Is for my haters, to show them it's my life not theirs

My pointer finger

To pick who matters in my life and who never did

And my thumb

To show the rest of the world that I'm gonna be okay

When butterflies fall in love, do they get humans in their stomach?

Boys should come with a warning label. Caution: I will flirt with you. Text 24/7. Lead you on. Tell you I love you. Then I'll totally ignore you. Flirt with a whore. Break your heart and never talk to you again.

I love how in scary movies the person yells out, "Hello?" As if the bad guy is gonna be like, "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen! Want a sandwich?"

Girls fall in love with what they hear. Boys fall in love with what they see. That's why girls wear make up and boys lie

I do a lot of things before I fall asleep. Play scenes in my head. Have endless 'What If's' Practice things I want to say. Make plans for the next day and ask myself a lot of questions.

I'm one of those people that laughs at a joke 3 times:

-Once when it's told to me

-Once when it's explained to me

And

-Once 5 minutes later when I finally understand it

This year instead of saying, "Happy Birthday..." I'm going to say "Happy annual celebration of the escape from the womb."

If you love two people at the same time, choose the second. Because if you really love the first one, then you wouldn't have fallen for the second.

I know I'm still young, but I know how I feel. I may not have too much experience but I know when love it real.

I hate when it's dark and your brain is like "hey, you know what we haven't thought about in a while?"...Monsters...(not the drinks though they are very tasty ;)

People say "Guns don't kill people, people kill people!" Well, I think guns help. If you stood there and yelled "Bang", I don't think you'd kill too many people.

The most painful things you can do: 1) bang your toe 2) fall and scrape your knees 3) bump your head 4) the most painful of all, love someone who doesn't love you back.

What do I do when I see something extremely gorgeous? I stare. I smile. And when I get tired I put down the mirror ;)

Accept what you can't change and change what you can't accept.

Sometimes I pretend to be normal. But it's gets boring so I go back to being me.

I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I'll fight for what I love

Dear math,

I don't want to solve your problems I have my own to solve

Always give 100% at work

12% Monday

23% Tuesday

40% Wednesday

20% Thursday

5% Friday

Life is like a movie

If you are sad - drama

If you are afraid - suspense

If you are angry - action

When you look at the mirror - horror

Now you are smiling - that's comedy

Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.

I can be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity

I'd rather be a woman then a man. Woman can cry, wear cute clothes, and they're the first to be rescued off sinking ships.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next

You feel completely in control when you hear a wave of laughter coming back at you that you have caused.

Good leadership consists of showing average people how to do the work of superior people.

I always try to turn every disaster into an opportunity.

You are:

-Hot

-Sexy

-Cool

Oops sorry, wrong person

We're so cool, ice cubes are jealous.

Here is all you need to know about men and women. Men are dumb. And women are crazy. And the reason why women are crazy is because men are dumb.

Pickles are cucumbers soaked in evil

Everyone says that love hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Everyone confuses there's with love, but in reality, LOVE is the only ting in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again :)

I'm selfish. Inpatient. And a little insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst. Then you absolutely don't deserve me at my best.

Move on. It's just a chapter in the past. But don't close the book. Just turn the page.

My imaginary friend thinks you have serious problems...O.O

I wish I was your blanket

I wish I was your bed

I wish I was your pillow

Underneath your head

I wanna be around you

I wanna hold you tight

And be the lucky person

Who kisses you goodnight

If you want the rainbow you gotta put up with the rain

Which hurts the most:

Saying something and wishing you hadn't

Or saying nothing and wishing you had

DO NOT INTERRUPT ME WHEN I AM talking to myself.

Sometimes people put up walls not to keep others out but to see who cares enough to break them down

If a turtle loses its shell is he naked or homeless?

If a jellyfish eats jelly will it explode?

Some people blame our generation. But have they ever stopped to think who raised us?

Lets flip a coin! Heads your mine, tails I'm yours!

I'm scared because...

I don't want anyone else

To have your heart

I don't want anyone else

To kiss your lips

I don't want anyone else

To be in your arms

I don't want anyone else

To be the one you love

I'm scared because I don't want anyone to take my place...

You crazy. I love you. But you crazy

P.S

Do you know that I love you? I probably already told you, but I'm going to keep saying it. There is no lies in these words, not one bit. Your smile keeps me alive. It's one more reason to keep fighting. I would give you my soul for comfort, even if it leaves me dark and cold. And when I hold you close I can hear your heart beat fast, and I think to myself 'I've found that someone at last

Love is like a bar of soap; once you think you got a hold of it, it slips away

Away

Walk

Just

And

Names

Others

Each

Forget

Thing

Every

Drop

Stop

Just

I'm not random, you just can't think as fast as me

Say no to drugs and yes to tacos!!!!

I'm busy your ugly have a nice day :)

I'm not deaf I'm just IGNORING YOU!!

I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was going to blame you

To be old and wise you must first be young and stupid

A new beginning always starts at the end

I believe everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn how to let go. Things go wrong so you know how to appreciate them while they're right. You believe lies, so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself...And sometimes things fall apart so better things can fall together

To my haters

I keep it real and that's a promise

I may be whatever you want to call me

But I'm honest (sometimes)

When I walk by, you stop and stare

Well keep looking cause

I DON'T CARE

I have my own life and style

Not trying to please you or smile

When it comes to competition your out

So shut your hatin self

And keep me out of your mouth

I don't know where I stand with you

And I don't know what I mean to you

All I know is every time I think of you

All I wanna do is be with you

Yesterday is history

Tomorrow is a mystery

Today is a gift

Which is why it's called the present...

Fall in love or fall in hate

Get inspired or be depressed

Ace a test or flunk a class

Make babies or make art

Speak the truth or lie and cheat

Dance on the table or sit in the corner

Live is divine chaos. Embrace it

Forgive yourself. Breathe.

And enjoy the ride...

I can only please one person a day. Today isn't your day and tomorrow doesn't look good either...

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it

If you don't ask the answer is always no

If you don't step forward you're always in the same place

Watch your thoughts they become words

Watch your words they become actions

Watch your actions they become habits

Watch your habits they become character

Watch your character it becomes destiny

The more you learn the more you know

The more you know the more you forget

The more you forget the less you know

So...Why learn? ;)

There are 3 types of people in this world:

Those who

Make things happen

Those who

Watch things happen

And those who

Wonder what happened

People are going to

Want you

Need you

Exceed you

Take you

Love you

Hate you

Play you

Rate you

Save you

And break you but that's what

Makes you

I act differently around you because I don't want you to know the real me

I might not be the perfect person for you. Past stories have transformed me in a cold-blooded. Opening up is not a term. Letting in isn't either. One thing I can promise you...

I'm not a vampire but the walls around my heart can be cold like one. Maybe I'm not the person you need. Maybe I'm not the one. But one thing is for sure...

The lion fell in love with the lamb

I'll try to be nicer if you try to be smarter

I like poetry

Long walks on the beach

And poking dead things with a stick.

You are now aware that you can't say "Irish wristwatch"

Your just jealous the voices only talk to me

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us

Clouds may come, but clouds must go, and they have a sliver lining, for beyond them all, you know, the sun or moon is shining.

Sanity is so overrated. When you're insane, you can murder someone and get away with it because you're "mentally unhinged..." Now do you see why I act the way I do?

Prepare to fail and fail to prepare

Voldemort is a lot like a teenage girl: He has a diary, a favorite ring and necklace, a tiara, a special cup, a pet he adores, and an obsession with a famous teenage boy...

The quality of your friendship is more important than the number of friends you have.

It's hard to watch people change. But it's worse to remember how they used to be.

Should I hate you for how you hurt me? Or love you because you made me feel special?

You can hate me if you wish. In my world, you don't exist!

I didn't run away from you. I walked slowly. And it killed because you didn't care to stop me.

I wish I saved all the tears I cried for you, so I could drown you in them!

It's better to be hated for who you are, then loved for who your not.

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings. But silence can break your heart.

I'd rather have hate, then friendship, love or loyalty. Because friendship, love and loyalty always end up breaking. At least I can hold onto my hate forever.