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.
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.
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 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. ~ Never_The_Star
I have to cut because it's the only way I can smile.
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.
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 hate what I have become to escape what I hated being.
These quotes are good. But I would like you to know that I my self am not a cutter, but my friend is. So a lot of these quotes have very personal meaning to me. I dedicate this page to her...
It's funny the way you can get use to the tears and the pain.
The skin of a scar is stronger than the original, less aware of pain...
The razor moves along her wrist like a river, so peacefully, as that red water starts to escape, its hard to make it stop.