It's hard to answer the question "what's wrong" when nothing is right.
I love sleep. My life has this tendency to fall apart when I'm awake.
Maybe I am crazy but laughing makes the pain pass by.
Even the people who never frown eventually break down.
You look at me and think, 'he's so happy' but there's so much behind this fake smile that you will never know
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.
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.
It's funny the way you can get used 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?
Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes someone 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.
Sometimes I think that if I wasn't so good at pretending to be happy, I'd be better at actually being happy.
I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else, it see... when I’m all alone its best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say good-bye. Everything is temporary anyway.
I have a tendency to hurt myself physically, when I'm hurting inside.
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'.
Some people try to understand, but nobody can know what living like this is like.
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.
In the end, music is your only friend.
What's the point in screaming? No one is listening anyway.
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.
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.
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.
Our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real.
In that one instance I hated everyone in my life, everyone and everything, and me most of all.
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.
Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.
I smile on the outside, and everyone thinks I'm doing fine but I'm always dying inside, always one step away from the edge you know?
I always hope there'll be someone smart enough to see through me but you're all so stupid.
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.
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.
Just because some people don't cry, doesn't mean they're not suffering.
I do it to myself... 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...
Those who say sunshine brings happiness have never danced in the rain.
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...
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?
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.
If I would kill myself tonight, who would remember me tomorrow?
Everybody knows that something's wrong but nobody knows what's going on.
These scars are creases. Trace the scars to fit the pieces to tell your story, you don't need to say a word.
Someday I'll fly away.
I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me.
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.
You see him sitting there and you think "he's so sad" but its not that he's sad, he's simply given up on pretending to be happy, he's tired of getting up every morning and putting on his fake smile, telling himself "today will be better". He doesnt want to be an inconvenience or a bother anymore...He has stopped looking for the light switch in the dark room he calls his life.
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.
Cutters are living proof that when the body is ravaged the soul cries out and when the soul is trampled upon, the body bleeds.
Do you ever lay in bed at night hoping you wake up in the emergency room and hear the words "She’s not going to make it?"
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.
Please don't blame yourself for any of the stupid **** that I choose to do. None of this is your fault. I'm the one who makes these bad decisions so im the one who pays the consequences.
Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.
How can you hide from what never goes away?
Let the blood run down your arms then try and tell me everything's okay.
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 feelings that I feel, my own private hell. The crimson tears, down my arm they run. I look down at my arm, what have I done?
There is nothing sadder than someone who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know that they don't 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 supposed to say?
How will you know I am hurting, If you cannot see my pain? To wear it on my body Tells what words cannot explain.
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.
knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.
One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else.
Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.