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I know you love me too much to condemn my soul, I know you won't make me stay here, when this is the last place I want to be, Please let me go and stay to make your dreams come true, this way I'll rest in peace and please don't forget, I will always love you...

I'll just have to consume myself, day by day; slowly, so people won't realize I'm actually dying...

"locked up in our own world", those are the words you said. Sometimes it's difficult to come out but I know that if I knock on your door I will always be welcome... But somehow that isn't enough, I need you more than you think. I don't want to be a burden to you but I don't have anywhere else to go. Can I rest my head on your shoulder and if tears come out can you just pretend it's rain?

Why am I here? Tell me a good reason of why should I keep breathing. Tell me why I shouldn't just jump. Wouldn't it be easier to take the blade and cut so deep I would no longer exist? I already know that with an overdose I wouldn't even realize my death. It won't hurt, I promise, but please let me go...

Doing everything she can to stay away trying to stop looking into those eyes that once froze her avoiding anything that could make her weak but as always she can't hide who she truly is and ends up where she didn't want to be

every day it becomes more and more difficult looking at the mirror and feeling like a failure trying to reach a goal and sacrificing all I have don't know who I am anymore every time someone different speaks inside my head loudest voice saying "stop!! be strong, you don't need it" while other is saying  "it wont hurt, just a little... " and myself has become the lowest voice " what you waiting for??" its my personal living hell trying to hide it, but everyone's looking but still I wont stop until I get what I want

I still cry every night before I go to sleep, I try to hold it all in, to put my mind in blank and get lost with the music but I just can't, nothing can stop me from crying and as if it wasn't enough I still curl up while I'm in the shower finding strength to get on with my life It has almost become a habit curled up, with my eyes closed, hugging myself so tight, digging my nails into my skin and not wanting to let go drops of water keep falling on my face making my eyeliner bleed and turn my tears black I can't stand this anymore... it hurts... everyday I become more like a ghost without heart, without emotions and invis