They call her for dinner. She makes up a reason. She looks at her arms and rolls down her sleeves. Her mother is starting to see through her lies. Last night her father had tears in his eyes. They rise in the morning and sleep in the dark and even though nobody is looking, she is slowly falling apart.

I scream at the sky. It's easier than crying. I'm shyest when I'm shouting out loud. I feel so alone in a room full of people. I'm loudest when I'm in a crowd. I'm alone and nobody hears me. Can't anyone heal me? Won't somebody help me? I'm alone. I just need someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down, someone to take my heart and give it a home, someone to help me through the times when I'm down and lonely, someone to be with me when I'm alone. I'm alone, all alone. Alone is the way I live. It's not the way I want it but you know you can't give in alone is the way I feel. It's so hard to understand why I've gotta be alone. If you took a look at my heart you'd see I'm trying to be something better. If you look at my heart you'd feel it. I've gotta keep moving on. If you look at my heart you'd know it. I'm just trying to make the world better. If you look in my heart you'd see it. I gotta do it alone.

She’d tell him about her dreams. He’s just shooting them down. He loved to make her cry. “You’re crazy for believing you’ll ever leave the ground” he said “only angels know how to fly” and with a broken wing she still sings. She keeps an eye on the sky. With a broken wing, she carries her dreams. You ought to see her fly.

Ten shaking fingers trace my nine fading scars. They run over the eight new open wounds. Within seven minutes I start losing my sight and six times I almost blacked out. Five more minutes and I know I'll be gone. The four pillows propping me up start to fall. Three tears slip down my cold cheeks from two red eyes but after all is said and done; one more chance would have killed me faster.

Dreaming away the pain, finding myself high above the world. Reality seems so far away. Why did it have to be this way? As I wipe away the blood I clean my battle scars, thinking about the dreams I dreamt while he was tearing me apart.

Fuck life - it ain't worth living. Fuck love - it ain't worth giving. Fuck whoever claims they care. When I need them the most they ain't there. Fuck who I am and fuck who I'm not. Fuck finding love. I gave that a shot. Fuck the memories that cling to my head and fuck changes. Why can't things just stay the same? My life ain't worth a fuckin hearbeat.

A girl you see walking, she has no place to go. She's always by herself. Her feelings she doesn't show. She walks around mysterious. Her identity not a clue. Nobody knows who she is, not me, not even her, not you. This girl nobody sees. This girl's heart is crying out but too scared to give a shout. She wants to give a scream but nobody will hear her. She wants you to hear her out. She wants to cry, no doubt. Nobody even sees her. She's crying, screaming silently, the fear, the truth, the pain. This girl she wants you to know. It's the girl deep inside. It's the girl you can relate to. It's the girl you try to hide.

It’s those times we’re so crazy people think we’re high. It’s those times we’re so bored we laugh until we cry. Those inside jokes and remember when’s make us realize we’re going to stay best friends. Matthi x Bf !

I'm a daughter hiding my depression. I'm a big sister making a good impression. I'm your friend acting like I'm fine. I'm a teenager pushing her tears inside. I'm the girl sitting next to you. I'm the one asking you to care. I'm your best friend hoping you'll be there.

In a time of love, in a time of pain, as we bleed, as we choke, the rest of the world watches.

Lately I cry for no reason at all. My emotions go up and quickly fall. My head is all mixed up and confused. It looks like I’ve been used and abused. Out of nowhere tears roll down my face. It always happens in the worst possible place. I’m always down and wearing a frown. Tell me what’ll make these feelings go away. I want it to leave but it just wants to stay.

Speak to me. Tell me something so typical, a lullaby or something miserable that will keep me up at night. Cross out my eyes. I know you planned it. You know I love you and I can't stand it. We lost control. Lie to me. Give me something worth living for. Tell me a reason worth fighting for. Give me anything, anything to keep me breathing.

It's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye. It's funny how good memories can start to make you cry. It's funny how forever never seems to last. It's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past. It's funny how friends can just leave you when you're down. It's funny how when you need someone they're never around. It's funny how people can change and think they're so much better. It's funny how many lies can be packed into one love letter. It's funny how people forgive even though they can't forget. It's funny how one night can contain so much regret. It's funny how ironic life turns out to be but the funniest part of all - none of that's funny to me.

My mommy found me in my room on the floor. Before I did this I put my Don't Disturb sign on my door. But now as she looks at me with blood flowing from my wrist, She picks up a note that reads something like this: Mom, I know I never told you, never showed it in my face But I'll tell you now, my life was a disgrace. I never planned a future because I knew my life would end. And now as I write this, you were my only friend. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to break your heart. Just keep on living and we'll never be apart. Tell Daddy that I love him. Tell sis and brother to be brave and promise me this on my birthday - every year put a rose on my grave. I love you, Mommy, very much and when the others cry tell them I hated them all. Each cut will tell them why. I must go now, Mommy. Death is calling my name And when you see me dead, Mommy, don't put on yourself the blame. I'm picking up the knife right now, Mommy. These tears for you I cry. I just made the first cut, Mommy. I guess now I'll say goodbye.

So let me get this straight… you were leading me on, using me, keeping me waiting for something that wasn't there, letting me get my hopes up, acting like you cared, and allowed me to start liking you more and more everyday because you didn’t wanna hurt me?

The little girl's feelings were unbearable. Her heart was breakable but she was afraid of pain. The boy crushed the little girl's heart and left it there to bleed with scars that would not leave. The little girl felt too much pain. She wanted it all to go away and it did when one day she grabbed a knife and held it in her little hand oh so tight. She took the sharpest end, slit her wrist, and let the blood drip.

Nothing you love is lost, not really. Things, people, they always go away sooner or later. You can’t hold them anymore than you can hold moonlight but if they have touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

She wants to go home but nobody is home. That’s where she lies, broken inside, no place to go to dry her eyes. Her feelings she hides. Her dreams she can’t find. She’s losing her mind. She’s falling behind. She can’t find her place. She’s losing her faith. She’s falling from grace. She’s all over the place. She’s lost inside.

I spend everyday of my life thinking about the crazy shit we do. When it starts getting rough I’m gonna stand by you. Whenever you need me I’m gonna be there for you and if it never comes down to it you know I would lie for you, I would cry for you, and die for you cuz that’s what best friends do! Sanné x Margotii Lùv ya guys !

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

Wélcome ! About the princéss : Naam : Sàrà Geboortejaar : 18/01/1993 Woonplaats : Putte Bélgië Lengte : 1m60 Gewicht : 47 kg. Kleur haar : Donkr blontt ! Kleur ogen : Donker blauw/grijs Sgoenmaat : 36.5 Hobby's : Chiiro ! Muziek, gitaar, snowboarden .. Lievelingskleur : Zwart grijs & donker roze. Leukste muziek : Pùnk , rock , metal , jùmp .. Mooiste klédij : Licht blauw tutu - rokjj .. Mét mh'n netkousen & vàns ! Huisdiern : 3 kippé & 2 hanen .. Bff 'jes : [Sanné]x[Margotii]x[Matthi] Sààr.zég'js : Lool ! | sèèg.. | mah két ! | KRANT !! | àsperguuu ! | eh .. nee ?! | Hoii | ùùps.. | so ? | jùmpéé !! | wtf ?! | ééh .. | 'hormones' .. ihi ! | sh*t | ... WA ?!.. |

I refuse to look in the mirror. I refuse to see my face, red and tear-streaked as my world falls out of place. I refuse to look in the mirror to see the hurt in my eyes, the shaking of my body, as I resort to silent cries. I refuse to look in the mirror. The pain in my heart spread like an infection and I witness it all through my reflection. I refuse to look in the mirror to see that last teardrop falls. I refuse to watch the failure as I give up on it all.

Fùck. my blóódy Suicidé ___x

Never say things can't get any worse because life will prove you wrong. Don't think you can handle everything on your own because no one is that strong. After awhile you get sick of caring and you're too hurt to fight. Sometimes no matter what you do things will never be right.

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Friendly, smart, and beautiful - everyone adores this girl. Seemingly content, her head is in a whirl. Inside she's unhappy and doesn't know why. She lies in her bed at night and cries. She doesn't know what causes the tears. How could this princess have insecurities or fears? She has it all - a pretty smile, many friends, a great guy, the newest trends, her family has money, she gets good grades, has her own car, and her makeup never fades. Always looking happy every single day but inside she's feeling a different way. This wonder girl, she's everyone's dream but things aren't always what they seem.

She cries her eyes out. Who's to care? All she does is sit and stare at the person looking back at her with fear in its eyes, hate on its lips, and love in its heart. "Just leave him be," they'll tell her, "He's not worth it. Move on. Find someone new." Well, what if all she wanted was you? Too late. She's too far gone. She doesn’t wanna be found. She packed her bags and ran away. She's probably dead by this day. Too many pills with too much to drink; she killed herself by fainting and hitting her head on that bathroom sink.

Do you ever just get that feeling where you don’t wanna talk to anyone, you don’t wanna smile, and you don’t wanna 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 alone never was. At least when you’re alone no one constantly asks you what’s 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’ll be able to be yourself again but until then all you can do is wait.

I feel like hanging myself with a barbed rope on the tallest and shadiest tree, swinging from left to right with a smile on my face. I hope you're happy now.

I'm the razor in the hands of your heart. The gift wrapped guilt trip kiss left you naked in your bed. Yesterday I broke your heart in two. Today I wanna waste my life with you. Tonight I'm coming home in a coma if it fucking kills me.

I slit my wrists because I wanna die. Pain is gone though so I won’t cry. All the shit you put me through, well look what you fuckin brought me to. Here I am dead on the floor, blood on the carpet and smeared on the door, a razor beside me, my wrists slashed. I left you a note to read since I have passed. When you find me I hope you break down and cry because then you’ll finally know that you’re the reason why.

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For every heart that finds a love, there’s a heart that cries. For every dream that is reborn there’s a dream that dies. For every day in sunlight there’s a day of rain. For every hour filled with joy there’s an hour of pain. For every smile upon a face there’s a tear to cry. For every fond hello we say there’s a sad goodbye.

I open my eyes. I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light. I can't remember how. I can't remember why. I'm lying here tonight and I can't stand the pain and I can't make it go away. No, I can't stand the pain. How could this happen to me? I made my mistakes. I've got nowhere to run. The night goes on as I'm fading away. I'm sick of this life. I just wanna scream. How could this happen to me?

Have you ever just sat there and thought why? Why did God put me here? Why do people hate? Why did my life turn out this way? Why do people wanna kill themselves? Why do I wanna kill myself? Why is my life falling apart? Why do people love you then hate you? Why do I care so much about what other people think? Why did I turn out the way I did?